Real Slow (Avenue Remix) - Miami Horror

Can you keep a secret? Would you kiss a tear? Don't anybody know anymore how to keep anything to themself? I'm pretty sure I'm doubtful Too many scars to be an optimist Yeah I'm just a fool from the old school who's still tryna be monogamous Tell me everything about you I'm ready to listen What's your biggest fantasy you wanna see come through When you're wishin' for what you're wishin'? I tell you everything about me There ain't no secrets that I keep from you One thing that ain't no secret that you know already know for sure Something that we could do We could dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed And dance real slow Real slow Real slow Real slow And imagine if the cops ain't killin' nobody Imagine that our bank account filled with money We dance real slow Real slow Real slow Some people [?] You can open up your eyes now And tell me what you see Do you feel like there's a place for you and me in the home of the brave and the land of the free? I'm a lover not a fighter But I fight for what I love See the world is full of jokers, fakers, haters and takers You know I'm none of the above Tell me everything about you I'm ready to listen What's your biggest fantasy you wanna see come through When you're wishin' for what you're wishin'? I tell you everything about me There ain't no secrets that I keep from you One thing that ain't no secret that you know already know for sure Something that we could do We could dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed And dance real slow Real slow Real slow Real slow And imagine if the cops ain't killin' nobody Imagine that our bank account filled with money We dance real slow Real slow Real slow Some people [?] I'm not the vain of type to show on TV I'm tryna change the way that people see me We could dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed Dance with our eyes closed And dance real slow Real slow Real slow Real slow And imagine if the cops ain't killin' nobody Imagine that our bank account filled with money We dance real slow Real slow Real slow Some people [?]

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