Brazil

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Brazil

If life gave you a second chance

With the one that got away

What would you do

I know she’s not her

But she has her smile

Her eye’s

She dances better

And on the floor

Has me under her Heart

But she’s not her

Feels like I’ve gone through time

Back to that first moment

When we first met

Only this time

It’s not her

It’s another

I won’t let history repeat it’s self

I’ll admire this image of the past

But I won’t treat her as if she’s her

I’ll dance with her

Not like any other

When we dance

She dances with my Heart

It’s the closest my Heart will ever get

To those moments

So far lost through the tears of time

A cruel torcher to the memories

How far will I let this go

Where am I going with this

To the end of a song

Or will this leave the floor

-Fin-

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