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Leonard Cohen - Take This Waltz Leonard Cohen - Take This Waltz |
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CNow in Vienna there\'s ten prettyAm women
CThere\'s a shoulder where Death comes toAm cry
FThere\'s a lobby with nine hundredG windows
FThere\'s a tree where the doves go to C die
AmThere\'s a piece that was torn from the morning
And itDm hangs in the A7 Gallery of DmFrost
FAy, Ay, Ay,C Ay
Take this E7/G# waltz, take this Amwaltz
Take this D7waltz with the clamp on its F jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love\'s never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This Am waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its Dm very own breath of Am brandy and Death
FdimDragging its tail in the CseaG
There\'s a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There\'s a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They\'ve been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it\'s been dying for years
There\'s an attic where children are playing
Where I\'ve got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I\'ll see what you\'ve chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its I\'ll never forget you, you know!
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
And I\'ll dance with you in Vienna
I\'ll be wearing a river\'s disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I\'ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I\'ll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you\'ll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It\'s yours now. It\'s all that there is.
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