Two Slow Dancers

Does it smell like a school gymnasium in here?
 It's funny how they're all the same
 It's funny how you always remember
 And we've both done it all a hundred times before
 It's funny how I still forgot
 It would be a hundred times easier
 If we were young again
 But as it is and it is
 We're just two slow dancers, last ones out
 We're two slow dancers, last ones out
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 And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down
 You see it on both our skin
 We get a few years, and then it wants us back
 It would be a hundred times easier
 If we were young again
 But as it is, and it is
 To think that we could stay the same
 To think that we could stay the same
 To think that we could stay the same
 But we're two slow dancers, last ones out
 We're two slow dancers, last ones out
 Two slow dancers, last ones out