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The radio plays our old song

And after everything went wrong

Here I sit in my room

With this sorrow of mine

He is to far away

Too far away to hear

Me groaning in pain

I wish he'd be here

We'd go out and dance in the rain

I wish I could talk to him

But, what would I say?

I wish I could hold his hands

And take him down on my way

I wish I could see him

For one last time

I know you're not mine

But, only for one last time

I wish Icould tell you

How much I love you

To tell you what I feel for you

Just one last time

Well, I am a backward girl

A music lover

I am not good at match for him I guess

I know I am history

So why do I try?

I am just me

And he is a good looking guy

From a small city

But, for just one last time

Would you be mine?