March 17, 2001
Dance Wicked
Dance WickedHerb BurdLift up your heart and let
Dance Wicked
Herb Burd
Lift up your heart and let’s toast
each other with wine.
When all the constellations move and
all of the stars are aligned.
Then you will know it’s time.
Time to dance wicked.
Dance wicked.
Within you,within me,
hidden is not the truth.
Once again we’ll return to our youth.
When all the oceans lay still.
All of the mountains will
seem like little hills.
When we dance wicked.
Dance wicked.
Free is the mind.
Motionless time.
Universal travel intertwined.
When we dance wicked.
Dance wicked.
There is no good.
There is no evil.
When we dance wicked.
Dance wicked.
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