| She’s done with dancing
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| She’s over strangers in the dark
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| The one’s 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 past
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| Every pinprick left an autograph
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| Sigh 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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| She’s done with dancing
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| She wonders why she had to start
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| No use romancing
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| When Sunday morning breaks your heart
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| When every footstep was a lifetime past
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| Every pinprick left an autograph
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| Sigh 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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| 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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| She’s done with dancing
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| That’s all for dancing
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| Don’t fall for all her broken parts
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| The words you can’t sing
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| So deep inside so far apart
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| Cause everytime she raised her voice and laughed
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| Every footstep that she hoped would pass
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| Saved like one more faded 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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| 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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| She’s done with dancing
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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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| She’s done with dancing |