Smoking cigarettes more than I should
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My hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good
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I would forget you if I only could
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Think about anything else
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Slow dance at the end of the night
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And everyone's looking, who cares if it's right
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Your head on my chest I held you so tight
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I don't care what they have to say
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Our feet were too drunk to keep step in time
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But we held fast and we made it through fine
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Hell you smiled a lot, hell you smiled a lot
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Chairs on the tables mopping floors
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We're still dancing just like before
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You held me tight, oh you held me tight
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The light from the disco ball surrounds us with stars
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And I looked like trouble right from the start
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You told me so, hell you told me so
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Smoking cigarettes more than I should
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My hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good
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I would forget you if I only could
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Think about anything else
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And that slow dance didn't last very long
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So now I guess we're moving on
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well it was nice
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God damn it was nice
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Slow Dancing
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Lucero |