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I like to rollerskate with the books on tape and my headphones are like a big drone and the parking lot looks like an open field Oh the Field This Dance... Wilma Arrested Her only thought was Will the others find me here I hope not Counting out loud turns the wind into a math equation I like to rollerskate with the books on tape and my headphones are like a big drone and the parking lot looks like an open field Oh the Field This Dance... I like to rollerskate with the books on tape and my headphones are like a big drone and the parking lot looks like an open field Oh the Field This Dance... Last dance doesn't have to be the last dance doesn't have to be the last dance doesn't have to be Last dance doesn't have to be the last dance doesn't have to be the last dance doesn't have to be