| Ribbons from your dancing shoes
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| In shreds and threads and feeling used
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| Are hanging up our yesterdays
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| Down the street, the empty dance halls
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| Due to empty circumstance
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| All seem to be closed down today
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| And through the silence
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| I hear the word for love
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| I hear the word for death
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| But I don’t hear any answer
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| While death can talk of 'la mort'
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| And love can whisper 'l'amour'
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| The floor has lost its dancers
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| Take your partner by the hand
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| And dance the ghost of a sarabande
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| Moving like a miracle
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| Shoe to shoe and cheek to cheek
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| Every day of every week
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| Step by step by century
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| Through the silence
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| I hear the word for love
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| I hear the word for death
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| But I don’t hear any answer
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| While death can talk of 'la mort'
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| And love can whisper 'l'amour'
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| The floor has lost its dancers
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| I hear the word for love
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| I hear the word for death
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| But I don’t hear any answer
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| While death can talk of 'la mort'
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| And love can whisper 'l'amour'
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| The floor has lost its dancers now |