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Now and then i think of when i knew you,

then remmeber when you changed to this new you,

no knowledge of dancing, you i can't do,

i remember loving you on stage, this ain't you,

you can get addicted to a beauty so pure,

that when you're right, you'll never be sure,

this image smiling in my head, is it her?

is it my doom or is it my cure?

but you didn't have to completely cut me off,

send me down a rocky road with roller blades, it's rough,

didn't have to speak about me so low,

now you've become some girl i used to know,

close friends speak rumors, dancers speak worse,

especially when both friends left me cursed,

counting no sheep, finding it hard to slumber,

as i pretend that i no longer have her number.