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Your feet may learn the steps but only your soul can truly dance
Your heart may keep the beat but the rhythm that you're walking don't speak to me
So I seek three weeks for me
Emptying my head of these tragedies
From my years craving misery
Tapping my feet to an endless beat

Eighteen; a nervous wreck
All my words forced from my chest
With my tenth drink; these legs are weak
Now, I'm stumblin' to a rhythm that makes sense to me
So I keep these words in me
Waiting for the moment to release the beat
But I can't speak for the life of me
Liquid fire down my throat when my soul ain't free

With the sounds and the lights
And the days we were wishing were nights
Oh, the cries of a wolf
Wishing that he was alone

Another day with my poetry
It's like I write down all these symphonies to settle down
I just can't live without these sounds

Your feet may learn the steps but only your soul can truly dance
Your heart may keep the beat but the rhythm that you're walking don't speak to me

Another day with my poetry
It's like I write down all these symphonies to settle down
I just can't live without these sounds

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from Who the Fuck is AGP?, released May 27, 2017
Written and performed by A Gentleman's Pact
Lyrics by Kaleb Kaiser

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A Gentleman's Pact is a four-piece punk band from Beaumont, AB.

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