Waltz On A Broken String

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Dancing in circles
Staring at feet
Finding excuses
For when our eyes meet
Not to look away
Oh, I was looking behind you
And I hope you don't care
But when I looked inside you
I got caught in your stare
Oh, I know it sounds cliché
Oh but what's original anymore anyway

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Well, the song might be over
But I'm not ready to leave
Because my feet aren't yet tired
And the heart on my sleeve
Has found some stable ground
And if the music stops playing
And the dancing's deceased
And my lips start to quiver
Til they shatter my teeth
Help me pick them off the ground
And put them back inside my mouth

She said the safest she's felt in a long time's inside my arms
And darling, I won't break you, or 'cause you no harm

Just keep the time
Keep the time
Keep the time

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