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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 |
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And then she obliged me |
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Was I surprised, yeah |
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Was I surprised, |
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No not at all |
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I called her yesterday, |
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It should have been tomorrow |
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I could not keep |
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The joy that was inside |
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I begged for her to tell me |
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If she really loved me |
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Somewhere a mountain is moving |
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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 |
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And then she obliged me |
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Was I surprised, yeah |
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Was I surprised, no not at all |
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And when I wake on a dreary 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, |
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"go ahead and find her |
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Just close your eyes, yeah |
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Just close your eyes and she'll be there" |
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She'll be there... |
