Play the song for a dance
On the floor nobody takes to it
Every one sticks around
“You watch me I watch you” dilemma
The DJ spins the song
It blasts out in the crowded floor
Yet nobody wants to dance
As if they are no souls in them
The helicopter lights
It spins around casting beautiful rays of shadows
The crowd stand or sit around
Nobody wants to dance
The DJ never feels the pulse
The crowd mood has changed
“The Titanic sunk
In the political greed”
They have hand-phones
They receive messages instantly
Play the song for a dance
They have no souls to stick around
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