| Met a dancer
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| Who was high in a field
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| From her movement
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| Caught my breath on my way home
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| Couldn’t stop that spinning force I felt in me,
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| Everything around seemed to giggle glee
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| She walked up with a flower and I cared
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| Found a dancer
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| Who gets wild to the beats
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| of record rhythm
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| But I’m always away for weeks that pass slow
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| My mind gets lost
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| Feeling envy for the kid who’ll dance despite anything
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| I walk out in the flowers, and feel better
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| If I could just leave my body for the night,
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| Then we could be dancing
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| No more missing you while I’m gone
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| There we could be dancing,
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| And you’d smile and say, «I like this song»
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| And when our eyes will meet there
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| We will recognize nothing’s wrong
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| And I wouldn’t feel so selfish
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| I won’t be this way very long
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| To hold you in time
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| To hold you in time
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| To hold you in time
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| To hold you in time
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| While we were dancing
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| Early hours
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| Drunken days finally ended
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| And the streets turned for a pillowcase
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| Then I fumbled our good lock
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| Then the ecstasy turns to rising light
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| Through our windowpane
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| Now I’m gone
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| I left flowers for you there |