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We could have danced all night |
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into the morning light |
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in that cheap penny arcade |
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We could have danced all night |
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into the morning light |
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in that cheap penny arcade |
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But fate is cruel sometimes, |
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yes fate is so unkind |
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in the games |
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that it plays |
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Yes fate is cruel sometimes, |
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yes fate is so unkind |
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in to the games of |
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the games of |
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that it plays |
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So now I stand beside |
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beside your graveside |
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and I cry |
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I cry everyday and so till time does heal every scar |
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and weal I will cry every day |
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until time does heal |
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evey scar and weal |
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I will cry everyday |
