As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
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