You turn around like a silhouette,
dancing upon the thin air,
I turn around waiting for your glance,
smoke came and you despaired,
lost again trying to find your heart,
alone once more calling out into the dark,
abandon in a smog of mystery,
will you ever be with me,
standing alone,
hoping that you grab,
the key to my heart,
just to unlock it,
and then we will never part,
take the key to my heart,
one cold day I was standing,
waiting for you,
you never bother to show,
even though you,
said you where going to,
there was a note telling me,
you had to go,
inside was the key to my heart.
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