You rolled in like a storm and brought the rain,
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Showered me with scorn and all your pain.
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You told me you were or Bobby Smith can say,
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To chase this torrential torture away.
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There just ain't words to say how sorry I am,
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For acting like a school boy trapped in a man.
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There's nothing I won't do for one last chance.
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May I have this dance?
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Just one last dance.
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Blew back into town just like the wind,
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Beyond repair, the damage that I did.
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We both assumed we'd never speak again.
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Till I saw you in those turquoise pumps and tight black model pants.
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I need you back my friend.
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There just ain't words to say how sorry I am,
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For acting like a school boy trapped in a man.
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There's nothing I won't do for one last chance.
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May I have this dance?
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Just one last dance.
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I've been dancing with the ghost of myself,
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I've been dancing with a ghost it's true.
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Take the heart in the jar off my shelf,
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Pull it out and give it back to you.
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Pull it out and give it back to you.
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Pull it out and give it back to you.
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There just ain't words to say how sorry I am,
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For acting like a school boy trapped in a man.
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There's nothing I won't do for one last chance.
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May I have this dance?
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Just one last dance.
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One Last Dance
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| Alkaline Trio |
