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The Last Dance


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Do you think about me? I think about you. I think about us, and what we would do. I think about your lips, and how they would taste. I'll never know, all this time gone to waste. You used to sign letters "Iheartchu", it was cute and meaningful. Now all I get is "love ya too." It's not the same, we're not the same, and now I guess I'm the one to blame. What a shame. Here is me giving up, trying so very hard to act like I don't give a "firetruck". When I finally get over you, you better believe the things I plan to do. You'll come running back. My life will already be on track. Baby you missed your chance, but I'll still give you one last dance.



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