Tom: F
Introdução:
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verse 1
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Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
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There's a shoulder where death comes to cry
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There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
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There's a tree where the doves go to die
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There's a piece that was torn from the morning
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And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
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Ay, ay, ay, ay
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Take this waltz, take this waltz
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Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
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verse 2
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Oh, I want you, I want you, I want you
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On a chair with a dead magazine
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In the cave at the tip of the lily
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In some hallways where love's ne-ver been
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On a bed where the moon has been sweating
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In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
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Ay, ay, ay, ay
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Take this waltz, take this waltz
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Take its broken waist in your hand
Chorus
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This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
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With its very own breath of brandy and death
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Dragging its tail in the sea
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verse 3
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There's a concert hall in Vienna
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Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
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There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
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They've been sentenced to death by the blues
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Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
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With a garland of freshly cut tears?
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Ay, ay, ay, ay
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Take this waltz, take this waltz
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Take this waltz, it's been dying for years
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verse 4
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There's an attic where children are playing
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Where I've got to lie down with you soon
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In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
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In the mist of some sweet af-ter-noon
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And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
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All your sheep and your lilies of snow
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Ay, ay, ay, ay
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Take this waltz, take this waltz
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With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
Dm
Chorus
Dm
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
Bb F
With its very own breath of brandy and death
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Dragging its tail in the sea
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Verse 5
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And I'll dance with you in Vienna
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I'll be wearing a river's disguise
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The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
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My mouth on the dew of your thighs
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And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook
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With the photographs there and the moss
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And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
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My cheap violin and my cross
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And you'll carry me down on your dancing
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To the pools that you lift on your wrist
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Oh, my love, oh, my love
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Take this waltz, take this waltz
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It's yours now, it's all that there is
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