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Apr 2020
But you come over one last time
And we dance like it's a crime
Then we run out of air and we die, we just die

And I crawl out of our coffin
And dance all over your grave
And the sun rises but it's too late, it's too late.
The chorus
Written by
undermyfeet  F
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   Flynn and Sue Collins
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