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Old Dances
Your lips are darker than before
and the bags under your eyes are blacker than they were
and there's something different about your skin
and nobody knows how you got home last night
Your lips are darker than before
and the bags under your eyes are blacker than they were
and there's something different about your skin
and nobody knows how you got home last night
Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speak
I can't hear a word that you say
Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speak
I can't hear a word that you say
and nobody knows how you got home last night
And still no one knows how you got home last night
If there were three old dances we could dance maybe
Three old songs that we could sing maybe
everything could be alright
But i keep trippin' up the steps and there are just some words I forget
and the tunes are fuzzy in my mind
And nobody knows how you got home last night
still nobody knows how you got home
And my brain hurts and my soul is aching
and i'm not sure if my heart can take it
And my brain hurts and my soul does ache and I
I have never felt this much pain
And my brain hurts and my sould does ache and I think my heart's about to break
And nobody knows how you got home last night
Still, no one knows how you got home last night
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