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written by: Marie Fredriksson & Per Gessle
There's a hidden meaning in everything he says, every close encounter, every kiss,
every caress. Even the truth has got that bitter taste of a lie. Well, I can read his lips but I
can't read his mind.
I can see him dance away now oh oh -- oh oh oh.
He was one of the kind that seems so hard to find. There's a change of weather, now
he leaves me far behind. That I don't matter to him came as such a surprise. Well, I can
read his lips, I thought I read his eyes.
And I can see him dance away now...
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