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[dance house] [ Intro ] The city is asleep, but our pulse beats to the rhythm of the night... [ Verse 1] The asphalt, like a black mirror, reflects a scattering of lights, Shadows thickening, losing fear, dissolving in our freedom. Your glance is a lightning bolt, flashing through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Our secret sign, our pass to a world where anything is allowed. These streets are a cage that we're breaking, Ready to step over the edge, where only we are. [chorus] And we fly, we fly through the neon and the rain, Where every moment is like a flap of invisible wings. The club is our temple, where rhythm is a sacred god, And the music calls, carrying us on. We fly, we fly, drawing mirages on wet glass, Burning everything that was during the day in the fire of the night alarm. [verse 2] Outside the door - only the hum of cars, the scraps of radio waves, And static light that dimly flickers. But here, under the vaults of low, vibrating basses, We are simply not, we are the smoke that melts. We are a flash in a kaleidoscope of faces, Dancing shadows, the trembling of the floor under our feet. And this flight is not to stop, Until he whispers "infinity." [bridge] [chorus] And we fly, we fly through the neon and the rain, Where every moment is like a flap of invisible wings. The club is our temple, where rhythm is a sacred god, And the music calls, carrying us on. We fly, we fly, drawing mirages on wet glass, Burning everything that was during the day in the fire of the night alarm.

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