| He came in to the ballroom, just a crazy old man
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| And his eyes seemed to glaze in the light
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| He was just some old cowboy, to judge by his rags
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| He’d rode in from the cold of the night
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| The whole room was dancing, they paid him no mind
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| As he slipped to the bar and said, «Would you please be so kind.»
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| And the music kept ringing in the back of his mind
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| There’s no telling what a love song can do
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| Well, the queen of the ballroom sang her favourite song
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| And he stood there with his glass in his hand
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| He was weary of living the days of his life
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| And tonight was the last he could stand
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| He shut out the future, he shut out the past
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| And even the present was closing down fast
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| As the queen of the ballroom said, «We'll make this the last.»
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| There’s no telling what a love song can do
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| She started to sing for the very last time
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| And he stood there, trembled all alone
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| And the pain he’d been holding inside for so long
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| Just fell from his heart and was gone
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| It was only a love song, simple and clear
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| And he bowed as it shook him with every last tear
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| And he cried from relief and he cried half from fear
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| There’s no telling what a love song will do
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| Oh, the queen of the ballroom still glitters and shines
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| Each night at the Old Time Parade
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| And maybe it’s something they put in the wine
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| But her beauty refuses to fade
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| «I think she got married to a stranger», they say
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| «Just a crazy old cowboy who rode in one day.»
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| And the whole town still dances and the music still plays
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| There’s no telling what a love song can do
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| And the whole town is dancing and the music still plays
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| There’s no telling what a love song can do |