| A waltz when she walks in the room
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| She pulls back the hair from her face
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| She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight
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| Even her shadow has grace
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| A waltz for the girl out of reach
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| She lifts her hands up to the sky
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| She moves with the music
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| The song is her lover
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| The melody’s making her cry
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| So she dances
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| In and out of the crowd like a glance
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| This romance is
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| From afar calling me silently
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| A waltz for the chance I should take
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| But how will I know where to start?
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| She’s spinning between constellations and dreams
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| Her rhythm is my beating heart
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| So she dances
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| In and out of the crowd like a glance
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| This romance is
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| From afar calling me silently
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| I can’t keep on watching forever
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| I give up this view just to tell her
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| When I close my eyes I can see
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| The spotlights are bright on you and me
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| We’ve got the floor
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| And you’re in my arms
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| How could I ask for more?
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| So she dances
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| In and out of the crowd like a glance
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| This romance is
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| From afar calling me silently
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| I can’t keep on watching forever
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| And I’m givin' up this view just to tell her |