Death:
It's an old story but new for me
two guys who love the same girl - you.
You've already chosen. I am the loser.
I'm only a guest at your wedding.
You turned away from me, but you only pretend.
You would be loyal to him but you have been wanting me.
He holds you in his arms, but you smile at me.
And where that will lead to, you know as well as I do.
The Last dance belongs only to me
The last dance, I dance only with you.
Time becomes old and tiresome
The wine becomes stale
The air is muggy and difficult to breath in
in this ballroom.
Invisible eyes looks at us
while everybody waits for the rendezvous.
The last dance, the last dance belongs to me.
The last dance I only dance with you.
And I am waiting in the dark, and always look at you
and seem to be the big loser,
but I know that I will win.
The last dance... |
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