| Now in Vienna there’s ten pretty women
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| There’s a shoulder where Death comes to cry
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| There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
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| There’s a tree where the doves go to die
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| There’s a piece that was torn from the morning
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| And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
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| Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
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| Take this waltz, take this waltz
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| Take this waltz with the clamp on it’s jaws
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| Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
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| On a chair with a dead magazine
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| In the cave at the tip of the lily
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| In some hallways where love’s never been
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| On a bed where the moon has been sweating
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| In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
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| Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
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| Take this waltz, take this waltz
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| Take it’s broken waist in your hand
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| This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
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| With it’s very own breath of brandy and Death
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| Dragging it’s tail in the sea
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| There’s a concert hall in Vienna
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| Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
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| There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking
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| They’ve been sentenced to death by the blues
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| Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
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| With a garland of freshly cut tears?
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| Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
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| Take this waltz, take this waltz
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| Take this waltz it’s been dying for years
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| There’s an attic where children are playing
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| Where I’ve got to lie down with you soon
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| In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
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| In the mist of some sweet afternoon
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| And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow
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| All your sheep and your lilies of snow
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| Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
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| Take this waltz, take this waltz
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| With it’s «I'll never forget you, you know!»
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| This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz …
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| And I’ll dance with you in Vienna
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| I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise
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| The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
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| My mouth on the dew of your thighs
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| And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
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| With the photographs there, and the moss
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| And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty
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| My cheap violin and my cross
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| And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
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| To the pools that you lift on your wrist
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| Oh my love, Oh my love
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| Take this waltz, take this waltz
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| It’s yours now. |
| It’s all that there is |