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I was never fond of the Tango, the dance that was never through. But even so, I tangoed, I tangoed with you. Passion fuels our every step red hot anger, crimson lust. Everything in between is scattered in our dust. I wish you'd give me a signal for I am sick of all the lies. What are you trying to tell me with your tired, angry eyes? I can't see clearly when I look at you, my vision's blurred from all the tears, But as we dance this tango, I forget the pain from all the years. I was never fond of the Tango, the dance that was never through. But it takes two to tango so I’ll tango with you.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
The Tango
I was never fond of the Tango, the dance that was never through. But even so, I tangoed, I tangoed with you. Passion fuels our every step red hot anger, crimson lust. Everything in between is scattered in our dust. I wish you'd give me a signal for I am sick of all the lies. What are you trying to tell me with your tired, angry eyes? I can't see clearly when I look at you, my vision's blurred from all the tears, But as we dance this tango, I forget the pain from all the years. I was never fond of the Tango, the dance that was never through. But it takes two to tango so I’ll tango with you.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
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