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I love this song. I love the memories associated with this song. I love the parties. The singalongs. The tears. The boys. The girls. The dancing.

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man.
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand.
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.

I think, maybe, I love you.

bloody kisses from poison lips leave lovers dead in ditches.

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Finger by finger we’re losing grasp
and I’m questioning the reasons why nothing beautiful does last

Love and hate and need and want
a myriad of emotions
Love or lust, flirt or friend?
Sex and violence, shadow and pain
understand something I know nothing about?
Clumsily groping my way through,
I don't know what you need.

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