Raver Life
The pinks, the yellows, the greens, the blues
Bright coloured outfits, bright sparkly shoes
These are the sights I love most to see
The horns, the whistles, my raving family
The beats, the bass, the atmosphere in the place
The music, the lyrics, the complete lack of space
The bond that you feel as you bounce to that sound
That feeling makes you free, nothing can bring you down
The lyrics that's spat when you all know the words
Makes the whole place erupt as you repeat what you've heard
The euphoria from the tunes that the turntable kings play
Makes you forget all your troubles, all your cares slip away
The description is perfect, summed up in one word
We are ravers, we are friends, we are family, we are PLUR
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