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Let's Not Tip-Toe To This Music Anymore
And you wouldn't think it'd change too much
 I mean it was just the movement of my hand and
 It was the night that everything stood still
 Waiting for who would move first and let it all go
 Little did I know it'd be me
 Then my heart began to beat
 And I held out my hand
 And you brought me to my feet
 And before I could speak
 We were moving to rhythms we'd never repeat
 Little did I know it'd really never be me
 And after this night you wouldn't love me anymore
 But I knew the next day as my body laid against the ground
 And tears streamed down the cracks in the wood floor
 But you couldn't hear a sound
 Just quiet tears and quiet love as I drowned
 But I didn't die, just only on the inside
 But that mattered to me and it used to matter to you
 Back in the day when we'd pretend I had my way
 But it's too little too late
 Too little concern and too late to change
 So I guess you'll always be that way and we'll always remain the same
 As nothing, and that doesn't really matter,
 I'm just saying.

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