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by Easily Forgotten Feb 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I come in the doors and see you there Into your dark brown eyes I stare You walk over slowly and ask me to dance Finally together we have our chance We dance so closely not wanting it to end But when the song stops we'll go to our friends You'll go to yours and I to mine I'm still staring over as if you shine When finally on comes the last dance So quickly over to you i glance I start walking over quick in pace Still staring at your gentle face But the last dance wasn't mine you see It belonged to her instead of me I will never ever forget that dance The time we were given our chance The time i spent in the bathroom too Crying helplessly over you Instead of me she was given the chance To be with you on the last dance.