| Come on dance with me
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| on the bare floor that needs sweeping
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| maybe then we’ll start believing we’re in love
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| Come on feel the cold
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| in the endless sounds of winter
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| that low and dark hum and clatter
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| of our makeshift stairway
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| When all you feel is love
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| and the strings on my heart tug
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| let me fall around your neck
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| And you can tell me I’m wrong
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| You can tell me I’m too late
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| What about the letter, and the wine, and the flowers on the barefoot waltz?
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| it’s time to come out and dance
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| When we realize
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| it’s all about the love and the faith and the flowers on the barefoot waltz
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| Come on feel the pain
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| Ohhh yeah dancing in the street
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| and the snow beneath our feet drifting away
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| So so so when all you feel is love
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| and the streets on my heart tug
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| let me fall around your neck
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| And tell me I’m wrong
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| yeah tell me I’m too late
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| What about the letter and the wine and the flowers on the barefoot waltz?
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| It’s time to come out and dance
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| when will we realize
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| it’s all about the love and the faith and the flower on the barefoot waltz
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| tell me I"m wrong
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| oh tell me I’m too late
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| What about the letter and the wine and the flower on the barefoot waltz
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| It’s time to come out and dance
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| when will we realize
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| it’s all about the love and the faith and the flowers on the barefoot waltz
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| it’s all about the love and the faith and the flowers on the barefoot waltz
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| So follow me slow
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| and softly
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| we’re gonna sing along
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| and hold me
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| while we wait
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| for answers it’s not too late
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| for love
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| follow me slow
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| and softly
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| we’re gonna sing along
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| and hold me
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| while we wait
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| for answers
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| it’s not too late
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| for love
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| yeah follow me slow
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| and softly
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| we’re gonna sing along
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| and hold me
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| while we wait
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| oh for answers
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| it’s not too late
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| for love |