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Maybe i send the wrong signals, it ain't true,

i'm thinking of a few girls, trust me it ain't you,

stop looking too much into me, i'm nothing,

but a man full of memories of a few girls blushing,

tell me something, why must i have a small chance,

if in the long run i truly have no chance,

save the last dance, so i can leave you standing,

it's the only way you'll be fully understanding

me and all i truly am, what makes me,

what makes me live and what takes me

to a whole new high never before believed,

i'll be honest once you remove the tricks from your sleeves,

i can't seem to let her go, when long ago,

she let me go and tried her luck down below,

left to captain my ship, alone and unsure,

if doing what you love is really the cure.