There's a hidden meaning in everything he says, every close encounter, every kiss, every caress. Even the truth has got that bitter taste of a lie. Well, I can read his lips but I can't read his mind. I can see him dance away now oh oh -- oh oh oh. He was one of the kind that seems so hard to find. There's a change of weather, now he leaves me far behind. That I don't matter to him came as such a surprise. Well, I can read his lips, I thought I read his eyes. And I can see him dance away now...
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