Our Song

She's waiting alone at the bar She's lost in her own thoughts If you don't see her NOW She'll be taken like your last breath And you'll be as good as dead And of course it comes on That was your song She's dancing like you're not there She's lost in the eyes of a stranger If you don't grab her NOW She'll be gone just like the wind And you'll never dance again And of course it comes on That was your song She's given you her last call And if you're listening at all You will see her NOW She's leaving with or without you You'll be history or a memory soon And of course it comes on 'Cause it's the last song You want to hear

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