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You touched my hand.I'm not a fan.
You held a dance in your basement.
The mirror-ball,
The horse's stall.
There was no arrangement.
You're so thin,
Where've you been
I never got the chance to tell you,
Yes or No,I let it go, too longalright.
Ohhhhh...
Out and about with the Junior Panthers.
And now I'm riding on the back.
Looking over your shoulder,so you'll know I'm there.I forgot to signal right,
Now I'm running the red light.
What about your sister, I often miss her...
But I see her more than you.
Now I see you.I don't see you at all in the mirror ball.
Ohhhhh...
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