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moving together, drifting apart like dancers at an old-fashioned ball sometimes we meet, sometimes we miss and never connect at all you turn to me just as I turn away so I quickly spin ?round but you've gone both feeling sorry, both feeling hurt out of step while the others dance on chorus: oh we?re loving and losing in three-quarter time such a gracefully sad affair so strike up the music, now pour out the wine and show me someone who's never been there sometimes loving the best that you can?s not enough for the dance has a logic all of its own one moment we?re whirling together as one and the next I'm out on the dance floor alone so moving together, drifting apart in the quicksilver rhythms of chance someday you'll vanish forever, I know in my heart but till then we've no choice but to dance chorus |