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We met on the dance floor, |
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Quarter to one |
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Time slipping by like the gin in my cup |
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And the way you looked at me |
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I should have known |
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What was up, yeah |
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But I'm a fool for a better sounding story |
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And the way you talk is quite a leap from boring |
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So I thought I'd just sit around, watch the show |
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Didn't know then that I was in trouble |
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All this time |
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I'm waiting here for you, |
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My pride is on the line |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me what it's worth |
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Tell me. I'm still waiting |
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Face to face in my bathroom 10am |
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Bloodshot and under whelmed in the morning sun |
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And the way you looked away I should have known |
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What was up, yeah |
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But I'm an optimist in spite of knowing better |
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And I'll break every rule unto the letter |
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So I thought I'd just, wait around, sort it out |
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I'd rather be a victim than be a martyr |
