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The day or the night?
The sun or the moon?
A dancer or a musician?
Which one will you chose?

Both are cold and waiting for you.
You must decide now or you'll lose them both.
They shiver and wait for your warmth.

Burning like fire or calm like water?
The blonde or the brunette?
Blue eyes or brown?
Which will you choose?

You embrace them both.
But one pulls away from your grasp.
She looks into your light hazel eyes.
While a single tear falls.
Meeting with water running from her hair.

The wind or the rain?
Laughter or comfort?
Beauty or brains?
Which will you choose?

She turns to leave you and the other.
Cold, wet, and now alone is how she leaves you.
You reach out to her cold shivering form.
But she just walks away from you.

The dancer or the musician?
The blonde or the brunette?
Beauty or brains?
Which will you choose?

Screaming her name is all you can do.
The other clings to you in pure bliss.
You try to run to the one leaving you.
As she's leaving, you see her hugging herself and crying.

One or the other?
You can't have them both.
Will you pick the right one?

You chose the one clinging to you.
All the while wishing she was the one that left.
Crying, I walk away from you and her.
I was cold and wet.
But now I'm alone too.