| I’m standing before my old high school.
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| It’s been 10 yrs since I touched the door.
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| But to heal the old pain we must face it again
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| so I’ll walk down that hallway once more.
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| I have come to this 10 yr reunion for my heart is still pris’ner of war.
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| 'n if I find it’s alright we’re escaping tonight.
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| That’s what I came back here for.
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| Won’t you please waltz with me?
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| I feel like I’m just like I used to be my heart is locked up here so quietly
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| believing that you hold the key.
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| Won’t you please waltz me free?
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| The turns of our steps are untangling me,
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| free from some dragged around memory
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| and the rusty old remnants of fear.
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| And after 10 years,
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| I’m melting the shackles with tears.
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| I’m as nervous as if its still high school.
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| You’re happily married I know.
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| But it’s not just this dance that I’m asking you for.
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| I’m asking you ten years ago.
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| Remember I wrote in your yearbook?
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| Could you please waste some time on me?
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| There’s just a few things I must tell you,
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| but that’s as brave as I could be.
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| Won’t you please waltz with me?
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| I feel like I’m just like I used to be my heart is locked up here so quietly
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| believing that you hold the key.
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| Won’t you please waltz me free?
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| The turns of our steps are untangling me,
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| free from some dragged around memory
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| and the rusty old remnants of fear.
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| And after 10 years,
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| I’m melting the shackles with tears. |