I had a date with a pretty ballerina
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Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
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I asked her for this dance
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and then she obliged me
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Was I surprised, yeah
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Was I surprised,
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no not at all
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I called her yesterday,
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it should have been tomorrow
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I could not keep
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the joy that was inside
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I begged for her to tell me
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if she really loved me
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Somewhere a mountain is moving
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Afraid it's moving without me
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I had a date with a pretty ballerina
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Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
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I asked her for this dance
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and then she obliged me
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Was I surprised, yeah
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Was I surprised, no not at all
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And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning
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I open up my eyes to find there's rain
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And something strange within said,
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"go ahead and find her
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Just close your eyes, yeah
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Just close your eyes and she'll be there"
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She'll be there...
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Pretty Ballerina
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