A ball in Vienna

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It all gets real when the music's on
Until the stars stop shining
It gets real enough while they dance this waltz
Until the sun screams yellow
They find dancing very agreeable
And talk secretly about their passions
I find dancing very agreeable
But we stand quietly towards our passion
A courteous little bow
They've been performing smiles for this
Eyes meeting eyes
Nothing more
A courteous little bow
I've been sleeping smiles for you
Eyes meeting souls
Nothing more
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Their bodies travelling around the room
So nicely
Our bodies mourning across the room
So sadly
They look as if they know everything
And keep going backwards and forwards
Tap-dancing on a floor with my name
We look as if we no nothing
But keep going backwards and forwards
Tap-dancing on the floor of our hearts
Round and round, round again
They part, they join
Only leaving next to status
Round and round and round again
We try to part, I try to join
Only living next to you
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Evident signs at the end of the ball
The endeavour to leave
Eyes meeting eyes
Nothing more
Secret signs at our distant ball
The tears of your cruelty
Eyes meeting souls
Hearts and more
Almost mystic
Scarcely tragic
Their past hidden in the rythms of the present
Almost tragic
Scarcely mystic
Our future hidden in the rythms of the past
We could dance one last time
Let us dance one last time
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