I remember standing
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All scrubbed down and clean
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Tapping my foot
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By the record machine
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An I was watching you dancing
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watchin you prancin
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watchin you glancin
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At me...so
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I took my first chance
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And I asked you to dance
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And we touched the first time with a song flying by
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And when the blue of your eyes
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Met my blues down inside
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Well I knew...that we two...could fly
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Through
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Thirty years of confuscions and change
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Thirty years of the stress and the strain
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Thirty years to be accused and to blame
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Ahhh thirty years that don't mean a thing
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When you put them beside
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Them good songs we sang
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So
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Now I'm standing
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But roughed up and mean
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Kicking my boots
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At the record machine
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Til I remember the dances
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remember the chances
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remember you glancin
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At me...so
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I just brush off my pants
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And I ask you to dance
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And we touch once again with the song flying home
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And that smile all your own
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Still beats all I've ever known
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So I laugh...and I moan
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'Cause we two have flown
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Through
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Thirty years of the storms and the rains
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Thirty years of the fears and the pains
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Thirty years of the wars and the games
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Ahhh
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Thirty years that don't mean a thing
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When you put them beside
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Them good songs we sang
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Thrity Years Waltz
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Terry Allen |