All the best costumes are taken.
So here I am,
dressed up like John Travolta.
Saturday Night Fever,
'cept it's Friday,
and my shoes aren't quite right.
All alone,
in a corner,
on antidepressants,
drinking too much,
and still I can not dance.
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Author:
Yorke (
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