Pass, pass, pass, you dark clouds
Let the full moon shine on me
Blow, blow, blow, sweet breeze
Blow away her bitter memories
Let it be the thing of the past.
I need a new life as I need fresh air
Play, play, play, a new tune
I am fed up of the old one
Dance, dance, dance, with new moves
I am so fed up dancing with her
So unfaithful, so selfish and so deceitful
Let it be the thing of the past
I need a new life as I need a new tune.
Walk, walk, walk, a new way.
I so fed up of the old way
She left me in the middle of nowhere
So grievously I left all alone
Let it be the thing of the past
I need a new hand to hold forever.
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