Sweaty bodies everywhere,
as we dance like no one's watching.
Like Harry Styles,
I'm riding with my arms stretched out.
The wind kicks across the ocean,
as the string lights boom and shake to the bass.
Nothing can stop us when we're here.
No politics,
no racism,
no worry.
Just me,
myself,
and the beat.
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