| She’s done with dancing
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| She’s over strangers in the dark
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| The ones you can’t see
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| They drive the hardest through your heart
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| When every footstep was a lifetime passed
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| Every pin prick left an autograph
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| Sign the old familiar photograph
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| Too old to last
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| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
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| She’s done with dancing
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| She knows she never had to start
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| No use romancing
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| When Sunday morning breaks your heart
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| 'Cause every footstep was a lifetime passed
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| Every pin prick left an autograph
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| Sign the old familiar photograph
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| Too old to last
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| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
|
| She’s done with dancing
|
| She’s over strangers in the dark
|
| No use romancing
|
| When Sunday morning breaks your heart
|
| 'Cause every footstep was a lifetime passed
|
| Every pin prick left an autograph
|
| Sign the old familiar photograph
|
| Too old to last
|
| Too young to fall apart
|
| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
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| Too young to fall apart
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| 'Cause old days were gold days
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| But these days, she’s done with dancing
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| Old days were gold days
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| But these days, she’s done with dancing
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| Old days were gold days
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| But these days, she’s done with dancing
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| Old days were gold days
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| But these days, she’s done with dancing |