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CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE
I'll never get my Prince Charming
That's just a hopeless Disney dream
I'll never be swept off my feet
Cause I'm too busy sitting patiently
I pretend to watch the time
So I don't look alone tonight
I hope no one can see past
This facade I'm trying to mask
But then he comes past
Offering me his hand for a dance
"Yes" I silently reply
Trying not to come off shy
His hand on the small of my back
Just one look and I relax
Suddenly it's not so hard anymore
I try my best not to fall
We dance together for a while
All the time he makes me smile
But then the clock strikes twelve
And I must leave with a simple farewell
Driving home in the car
My heart ecstatic by far
Only having a simple name
But for now that's more than okay
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Clock Strikes Twelve
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