One last chance to say the word we never said
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One last dance with you might help me to forget.
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Therea€™ll be no mourners slowly trudging through the rain
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But we wona€™t be alone and never will again.
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We are the lucky ones in the final days of the dying sun,
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Move across the shifting sands
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a€?cos therea€™s nothing left to lose.
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We are the lucky ones with no regrets
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when tomorrow comes.
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And I could let it all slip away if I could share this last dance with you.
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One last requiem of love straight from my heart
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As the seams begin to stretch and pull apart.
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Bathe in the memories of all that you have ever seen;
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So strange when you face the end
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Youa€™re more alive than youa€™ve ever been.
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Isna€™t it wonderful, isna€™t it beautiful.
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We are the lucky ones
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And we dona€™t know if tomorrow will ever come
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We are the lucky ones,
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No, no, no, no.
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The Lucky Ones
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| Amy Studt |
