I like to rest in dark club where a dim
Light is reflected in own eyes,
Drinks, good music and pretty girls
Make company for us.

Air vibrate and the waves of music
Pulsing through the smoke,
Handing in the air, smoke, thick layer,
In the deep clouds of smoke.
Thick as the fog, dense as water,
I love to breathe fresh air,
But the smoke hangs - in the air
And better off without him.

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