| Jealousy, night and day you torture me
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| I sometimes wonder if this spell that I’m under
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| Can only be a melody for I know no one but me
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| Has won your heart but when the music starts:
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| My peace departs
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| From the moment they play that lovely strain
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| And we surrender to all its charm again
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| This jealousy that tortures me is ecstasy, mystery, pain
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| We dance to a tango of love
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| Your heart beats with mine as we sway
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| Your eyes give the answer I’m dreaming of:
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| That soft word your cruel lips will never say
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| Well, I fear that the music will end
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| And shatter the spell it may lend
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| To make me believe when your eyes just deceive
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| It’s only a tango you love
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| I fear that the music will end
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| And shatter the spell it may lend
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| To make me believe when your eyes just deceive
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| It’s only a tango you love
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| It’s only a tango that you love |