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Feb 03, 2007 02:50

it was past that time. 1:50 am.
The club was jumping but I was walking.
Everyone's moving to the bass, strong like earthquake.
My heart was looking for a mate but it was to late.

Past a time in a bar, past a time in a club,
you find all those left overs, looking, seeking
wanting some hope for an accompagnied night,
wanting to sleep by anothers warmth's.

It was past that time. 1:50 am
When she got bumped walking by
When she spilled her drink passing by.
but it was past that time

She looks up in my eyes
Saw more then my smile
The despair she glimpsed at
touch her deep inside

She keep looking as I did too
Her apology turned to sorrow
turned to pity, turned to pain
She keep looking as I did too

But it was Past That TIme
She was taking by nine
Everyone was counted for
Everyone but I

One look can change you, one look can mean more then any word.
Dont do what I did, And turn away. Keep looking just keep looking.
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