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I Don't Wanna Dance Alone

from Songs From An Apartment by Psychiatric Metaphors

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I've been climbing down
That long, long, long, long, long, long ladder to hell.
I'm waiting to see if you will come
Awake at 3 AM with a bottle of rum

And I don't wanna dance alone
Come on baby lets live like we're stashing gold

Baby come on and hold my hand
Aint got no money but all my love to give
Im hanging on by the edge of a thread
Take your scissors baby watch me fall right in

And I don't wanna dance alone
Come on baby lets live like we're stashing gold

It's the end of nothing
It's the end of nothing
It's the end of nothing
It's the end of nothing
It's the end of nothing
End of nothing
End of nothing

Ive been leaping down
This hole keeps getting deeper I can't climb out
Im riding down a one way road
Pedal to the metal I'm trying to see my ghost

And I don't wanna dance alone
Come on baby lets live like we're stashing gold
And I don't wanna dance alone
Come on baby lets live like we're stashing gold

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from Songs From An Apartment, released May 22, 2021

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