| I find you waltzing in the moonlight,
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| I find you waltzing and there’s nobody around you,
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| Nothing to astound your unreal.
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| I see this happening before me,
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| I see this happen and your colors touch my empty eyes
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| Begin to shine with a glow.
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| Do you know how strange it seems
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| Lost behind a dream
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| The clock tick of my mind is winding you.
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| The sound you’re making in the stillness,
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| The sound you’re making as it fills my head with madness
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| Lost forever sounds of this dream.
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| I seem to feel as though I’m dreaming
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| I seem to feel you and your warm and loving splendor
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| Tomorrow I’ll remember your name.
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| Do you know how strange it seems
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| Lost behind a dream
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| The clock tick of my mind is winding you.
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| ¡Viva Campesino José y los Pescados!
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| I find you waltzing in the moonlight
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| I find you waltzing and there’s nobody around you,
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| Nothing to astound your unreal.
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| I seem to feel as though I’m dreaming,
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| I seem to feel you and your warm and loving splendor,
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| Tomorrow I’ll remember your name.
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| Do you know how strange it seems
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| Lost behind a dream
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| The clock tick of my mind is winding you. |