Requirements:
A club with lots of Latin-inspired dancing. Perhaps in a similarly themed location?
The use of the lyrics below, in any way, shape, or form.
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| Nothing At All Feat. Musiq by Santana I am a victim of my time A product of my age There was no choosing my direction I was a holy man, but now With all my trials behind me I am weak in my conviction And so I walk, to try to turn away Knowing that someday, I'll finally have to face The fear that will come, from knowing that The one thing I had left was you And now you're gone... You are a victim of my cries A product of my rage You are a beautiful distraction See, I got you locked away outside And let misery provide And now, I am changed And so I walk, to try and find some space Where I can be alone, to live with my mistakes And the fear that will come, from knowing that The one thing I had left was you And now you're gone... (Is there nothing at all...) That I can do to turn your heart? (Is there nothing to lean on...) That can help me raise the stars? And I can use a little strength before I fall Is there nothing at all? I am a victim of my time A product of my age You alone are my obsession You are the one I left behind You are heavy on my mind It's been a lonely road I've travelled And so I walk To try and get away Knowing that someday I'll finally have to face The fear that will come From knowing that the one thing I had left was you And now you're gone (Is there nothing at all...) That I can do to turn your heart? (Is there nothing to lean on...) That can help me raise the stars? And I can use a little strength before I fall Is there nothing at all? |