Dance not with me. |
I see, not with me...
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Such a red heart, in a cloud of transparent dresses,
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Spinning, spinning, spinning the waltz.
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Dance not with me. |
I see, not with me...
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Such a red heart, in a cloud of transparent dresses.
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In the carousel of weddings and dramas, the waltz is spinning, spinning, spinning.
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Like a crazy path, as if in a dark forest,
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Fragments in the chest, like a summer evening at the pier.
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And I didn't find you, I didn't find you.
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Pictures in tone, try this salt, plus aspen stake.
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It’s like everything has been passed, but it’s time to turn the wheel.
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Like scarlet lips in smoke, tell me why I chose that one?
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I need to go fast, I need to change something along the way,
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Like a rainy day, like the credits of the new Neva.
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Like shadows of love, cocktails down, they call me for a crumpled encore.
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Confused and abandoned, rude and drunk, and straight from the hallway,
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You need to get up and leave, although I'd rather leave.
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It's night in the summer city, and there seems to be no reason,
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But I run and run somewhere, somewhere under the wheels of a car.
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How to endure an hour, headlights, pulls to the bottom,
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Straight to the ball, drinking a red solution,
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Like a crazy path, as if in a dark forest, with fragments in the chest.
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Like a summer evening on a pier, and I didn't find you, I didn't find you.
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Dance not with me. |
I see, not with me...
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Such a red heart, in a cloud of transparent dresses,
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Spinning, spinning, spinning the waltz.
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Dance not with me. |
I see, not with me...
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Such a red heart, in a cloud of transparent dresses.
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In the carousel of weddings and dramas, the waltz is spinning, spinning, spinning. |