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Description
It's as if the mirror in the dance hall has decided to speak: it echoes every ‘myself,’ adding sparkle and a touch of irony. There's the heat of her own movements, the embarrassed ‘sorry,’ and the confident ‘I'm really hot.’ The result is a soundtrack to a moment when awkwardness and absolute confidence are fighting inside, and both win at the same time.
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