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We’re all fixin to go dancin.

We’re all gonna go too fast.

Tonight we’re all gonna go to the race track.

I’m gonna go where y’all go.

Deep in it all.

The summer daze

is here again, just like in ’74.

The music is on.

I’m in my trance.

It’s hot. I’m behind tinted glass and conditioned air.

It’s strange. I’m strange.

Oh God, I look strange in my sun glasses.

That unnatural angularity that makes everyone look twice.

I like that.

That look and that look.

Is that the look these days?

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