| The ghosts of the marathon dancers
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| In an abandoned dancehall
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| Go whirling around in the eddies of dust
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| When the wind comes in through a chink in the wall
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| All the music and the dancers are gone
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| But the dance goes on
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| They all danced till some long-ago dawn
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| But the dance goes on
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| In the cellars of dead Rockefellers
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| Hallways and subways and vaults
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| Go twisting and turning for mile after mile
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| In a glorious Gilded Age waltz
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| All the music and the dancers are gone
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| But the dance goes on
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| They all danced till some long-ago dawn
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| But the dance goes on
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| And I wrote the above in this ghost town
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| For a movie that wasn’t to be
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| An adaptation of a French musical
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| Produced by Ted Hope, directed by Ang Lee
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| All the rights and the money are gone
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| But the song goes on
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| Like most movies, it’ll never be done
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| But the song goes on |