the music's playin on, but somethings wrong, somethings gone.
the majors turning blue, and so did you, so did you.
Im noticing the dirt, and it hurts that you left.
You really had to go, so you say, so you say.
Birds leave there nest, and they fly,
theres no body left here but I.
If there is a chance, just one in this world,
that we'll ever dance, again as it turns.
If there is a chance, if there is a way,
theres one record left, that you havn't heared. . .
the neibours had to move, go away , go away.
i cant afford to leave, so ill stay, i have to stay.
Birds know its best, to fly, and ill stick around and cry!
If there is a chance, just one in this world,
that we'll ever dance, again as it turns.
If there is a chance, if there is a way,
theres one record left, that you havn't heared. . .
And i'll keep it spinnin.
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