Those mad beats
Mad beats running through me My heart beating with the drums impulses controlling my moves The beats lets my inner beast out I can not control it I have to bust a move My soul dances free on the floor exposed but I can not care All sorts of liquid makes me numb Just feeling the mad beats My feet playing their own game Keep dancing towards you Can not help it Can not control it My hands in yours lips touching agressive synchronized we move to the rythm Those freaking mad beats makes me uninhibited
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Wangsgaard
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein
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