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| There Will Never Be |
| by Dwain |
There will never be another chance
For us to have this splendid dance
Held in hypnotic trance
You left at first glance
There will never be another me
Only to a certain degree
Maybe youll see
After the words fall as debris
There will never be another you
Intoxicating, through and through
Not even within the deja vous
Your as fresh as the morning dew
Poetically justified, thus
There will never be another us
Love tends to screw
There will never be another you
You hold the key
There will never be another me
Im trapped in another trance
There will never be another chance
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