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Tomorrow I play a show I agreed to play There's no backing away though I love you but why you never wanna dance? Don't you wanna get down with us? I forget the day I gave up A slice of thigh immaculate Everywhere I go a silhouette Of myself is left behind I'm at home There's no Joejoe Is it really home? Or is heaven though? It's not how I'd always pictured it You'd hold my hand and that's the end of it Don't you wanna help me Bring this thing about? I've hardly got anyone left And I don't want to play my set Even if you could catch it What would we talk about? From Letras Mania