| You rolled in like a storm and brought the rain
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| Showered me with scorn and all your pain
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| You told me you were torn in between days
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| Now there’s nothing I or Bobby Smith can say
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| To chase this torrential torture away
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| There just ain’t words to say how sorry I am
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| For acting like a school boy trapped in a man
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| There’s nothing I won’t do for one last chance
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| May I have this dance?
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| Just one last dance
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| Blew back into town just like the wind
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| Beyond repair, the damage that I did
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| We both assumed we’d never speak again
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| Till I saw you in those turquoise pumps and tight black vinyl pants
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| I need you back my friend
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| There just ain’t words to say how sorry I am
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| For acting like a school boy trapped in a man
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| There’s nothing I won’t do for one last chance
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| May I have this dance?
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| Just one last dance
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| I’ve been dancing with the ghost of myself
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| I’ve been dancing with a ghost, it’s true
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| Take the heart in the jar off my shelf
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| Pull it out and give it back to you
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| There just ain’t words to say how sorry I am
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| For acting like a school boy trapped in a man
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| There’s nothing I won’t do for one last chance
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| May I have this dance?
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| Just one last dance |