She got a tattoo of a bracelet on her wrist
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The love of strangers on her Christmas list
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She ain't sentimental, she don't like to reminisce
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She's a champion of action
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You ain't never heard her voice but that's all right
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'cause you ain't never seen her face before tonight
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But now you see her swaying to the left and to the right
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And it rocks your whole foundation
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See her spinning 'round
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Blond hair falling down
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You can hear the sound...
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Of your heart breaking
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From the love she's taking from you
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The song it's making
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Is like a rhapsody in blue
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Well you ain't never seen no aura in your life
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But you know her's is the color of the sky
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When she looks at you it kills you, when she turns away you die
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It's a tragic situation
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So you drink one down for courage, two for soul
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You drink a third for good luck, then you stroll
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Out onto the dance floor, but your feet are too damn cold
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And you need more insulation
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See her spinning round...
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Oh, she don't love you
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Oh, she don't see you in the crowd
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Oh, if she did she would not want you anyhow
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Expectation lingers in the air
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The problem is that no one else is there
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Just the memory of your angel, all these ghosts in empty chairs
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Making comments 'bout the weather
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The taxi cab is waiting at the door
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You can hear the driver blowing on his horn
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So you close your eyes one last time, and you conjure up her form
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And you shake it down together
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See her spinning round...
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Rhapsody In Blue
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| The Gathering Field |
