when you become a stranger again
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how closed your eyes will be
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narrowing me to three short feet
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across a room of drunken revelry
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youre having the time of my life
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and i love you much too late
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there are things id like
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when you say my name to me
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like some amusing piece of food between your teeth
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then i will know that its completely over
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wont you say my name to me
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youre having the time of my life
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and i think you got it right
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its an envy making green
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says your eyes only see me
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if i had another last chance
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and we met again for the first time
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i would listen to your heart
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i would start back at the start
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there are things id like to say
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so many things id like to change
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You're Having The Time Of My Life
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| Jets To Brazil |
