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When we were Dancing
Two simple beeings don't need much
to dance the night away
A pair of bodies and a beat
to kill some time, and make some stay
Yesterday's far away, but my memories will stay
When we were dancing noone cared
about my high-school grades and dirty laundry
and that your phone got lost again
When we were dancing the hard words
and the dark clouds seemd far away
It started with a "get here" and ended just as pretty
Yes things have changed, but I'm not ready
to let go entirely
Let me be your friend and I'll be yours to
we still have a lots of dancing to do
When we are dancing noone cares
about my high-school grades and dirty laundry
and that your phone's got lost again
when we are dancing the hard words
and the black clouds seems far away
Av: Anton Karlkvist
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