Just one last dance before we say goodbye when we sway and turn round and round and round it's like the first time Just one more chance hold me tight and keep me warm cause the night is getting cold and I don't know where I belong Just one last dance
The faint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars on my sky.
On broken wings, no flying high...
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