Tango
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( Michael Grimes )
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Darkness falls and the wind dies down
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The city puts on it s twinkling crown
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The roses in the garden
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Whisper over to you
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Step into the evening light
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Despite your intuition
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A touch of madness, your thoughts disturbed
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Seeing clearly, you're out of sight
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Silently, you melt away
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Find you're way down towards the brink
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Something slipped into your drink
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Distorts the people, twists the shapes
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The rising moon begins to sink
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The sound of footsteps, the sound of drums
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Drives you past the restless slums
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Alley figures scurry through
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Watching eyes look over you
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But silently, you melt away
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Carnival rides spinning round
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Draws you in towards the sound
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Dancing devils, confusing forms
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Twist your feelings towards the ground
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Silently, you melt away
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Tango
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| Bernadette Seacrest |
