Careless Whisper (Medieval / Bardcore Parody Cover) Origianally by George Michael

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Ye Olde Lyrics

Hark! I doth feeleth so uncertain,
As I taketh thy hand and lead thee to the dance floor.
As the music doth perish, somewhat in thine eyes,
Doth evoke thoughts of a silver screen,
And all its sorrowful farewells.

I shall ne'er dance again,
For my guilt-ridden feet possess no rhythm.
Though 'tis simple to feign,
I know thou art not a fool.
I shouldst hath knowneth better than to betrayeth a friend,
And squandereth the chance that hath been bestowed upon me.
Thus, I shall ne'er dance again,
As I did with thee, oh!

The passage of time can ne'er repair
The heedless whispers of a dear companion.
To the heart and mind,
Ignorance is a form of kindness.
There is no solace in the truth;
Only pain shall thou find.

I shall ne'er dance again,
For my guilt-ridden feet possess no rhythm.
Though 'tis simple to feign,
I know thou art not a fool.
I shouldst hath knowneth better than to betrayeth a friend (shouldst hath knowneth better, yeah),
And squandereth the chance that hath been bestowed upon me.
Thus, I shall ne'er dance again,
As I did with thee, oh!

Never without thy love,
This night, the music doth seem so loud.
I wisheth that we couldst escape from this crowd.
Mayhaps 'tis better in this manner,
For we wouldst harm each other with the words we long to utter.
We couldst hath been so wondrous together,
We couldst hath danced this dance for all eternity.
But now, who shall dance with me?
Pray, tarry.

And I shall ne'er dance again,
For my guilt-ridden feet possess no rhythm.
Though 'tis simple to feign,
I know thou art not a fool.
I shouldst hath knowneth better than to betrayeth a friend,
And squandereth the chance that hath been bestowed upon me.
Thus, I shall ne'er dance again,
As I did with thee, oh!

Now that thou art departed,
(Now that thou art departed) what did I doth so wrong, so wrong,
That thou hadst to leave me all alone?

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