Every time I think that I’ll just go, wonder why I even came, I look out and see you standing there. I think to myself, “Maybe I’ll get back into the game.” When your band starts to play, you give me a second glance. Now my eyes keep on meeting your eyes, and though I’d love to, I can’t look away. I don’t have a chance. I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to lose sight of you.

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