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I had a date with a pretty ballerina |
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Her hair was so brilliant that it hurt my eyes |
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I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me |
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Was I surprised? |
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Yeah, was |
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I surprised? |
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No not at all |
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I called her yesterday it should have been tomorrow |
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I couldn't keep the joy that was inside |
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I begged for her to tell me if she really loved me |
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Somewhere a mountain is moving, afraid it's moving without me |
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I had a date with a pretty ballerina |
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Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes |
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I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me |
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Was I surprised? |
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Yeah, was |
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I surprised? |
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No not at all |
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And when I wake up on a dreary |
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Sunday morning |
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I open up my eyes to find there's rain |
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And something strange within said go ahead and find her |
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Just close your eyes, yeah, just close your eyes and she'll be there |
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She'll be there, she'll be there |
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She'll be there, she'll be there |
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She's there, she's there |
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Ah, she's there, ah, she's there |
