Dancing On My Own

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While she dances in her room she looked at her body moving to the beat of the music while she has a wine in her left hand while she's barefoot and  dazed out and having the best time of her life without the troubles or worries in the world it's just her and her little world while her hips move the tears come out but don't mistake them for sad tears no their the happiest tears ever the prettiest drunk girl you ever meet."

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