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Lyrics:
Our time is almost over, now you wanna be more than friends.
When our time is almost over and it's time for me to get on that plane.
Well time is almost over and I've got a feeling I'll never see you again.
Wish time would move a little slower. Wish I wouldn't feel this pain.
Let's get a little less sober.
Let's dance the night away.
Let's dance a little bit closer.
Let's drink some more champagne.
I'm not ready for this to be over.
(You can stay here with me)
So let's play that song again.
(I know just what you need)
Let's dance a little bit closer.
(You can do what you want with me)
Before the world comes crashing in.
But our time is almost over, and now you wanna be more than friends.
This was always going nowhere, but I wish we could go there again.
But our time is almost over, and Ive got a feeling this will drive me insane
Thought I couldn't get any lower, but here I fall again
(Here I fall again...)
Let's get a little less sober.
Let's dance the night away.
Let's dance a little bit closer.
Let's drink some more champagne.
I'm not ready for this to be over.
(You can stay here with me)
So let's play that song again.
(I know just what you need)
Let's dance a little bit closer.
(You can do what you want with me)
Before the world comes crashing in.
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Tried to Try
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Secret Circus (featuring Robin Scott) - None of Them You
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Secret Circus (featuring Robin Scott) - Wrecking Ball
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Secret Circus (featuring Mattias Hjalmarsson) - When You Come Around
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Papier-Mâché
03:11
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Try to drown it in Bourbon, and kill it with Gin, try to ease the burden of unoriginal sin. Drink to remember, drink forget, trying to figure out what it is I regret.
At the end of my teather. I’m at the end of my rope. But I’m no longer crippled by a false sense of hope.
I built us a home out of Papier-Mâché it’s all cardboard and styrofoam. But on a fresh coat of paint, try to be what I aint for you (for you…).
Like nothing that came before it, like nothing I’d ever seen, I saw it all so clearly when my world came crashing in. And nobody knows what lies around the bend, and some things worth fighting for weren’t so worth it in the end.
At the end of my teather. I’m at the end of my rope. But I’m no longer crippled by a false sense of hope.
I built us a home out of Papier-Mâché it’s all cardboard and styrofoam. But on a fresh coat of paint, try to be what I aint for you (for you…).
For you… I tape it up and I spackel the cracks. Tried to patch it up as good as I could for you (For you)…
I try to drown it in Bourbon, and kill it with Gin, try to ease the burden of unoriginal sin.
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Hold On
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C'est la Vie
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Secret Circus (featuring Sebastian Bergström) - The Excuses We Make
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Nothing Could Hold Us Down
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