| There’s a dance hall under my room
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| And I hear the music they play
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| Songs about love and romance
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| Songs for lovers to dance to
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| As I sit alone in my room
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| And I hear the orchestra play
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| Oh! |
| I know I’d go insane
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| If it weren’t for one little refrain
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| Simply a waltz that keeps going around and around
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| Like a merry-go-round
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| In the spring
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| With the music swaying
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| I start to dream
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| Till my heart is yearning to sing
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| Oh my love in your arms hold me tight
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| And we’ll waltz 'round and 'round all the night
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| Sunday night there’s always a dance
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| But so far I’ve never been asked
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| What is there for me to do
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| All alone with the music
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| I don’t know, it may be by chance
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| That they saved the waltz for the last
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| So I lay awake in bed
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| And I let the song run through my head
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| When they start playing the waltz that goes 'round and 'round
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| Like a merry-go-round
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| In the spring
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| With the music swaying
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| I start to dream
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| Till it no longer seems
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| Only a waltz that keeps turning and turning and turning
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| Till my heart is yearning to sing
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| Oh my love in your arms hold me tight
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| And we’ll waltz away in my dreams all the night |