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Dancing through time
V1
Even when the music stops
we hear it still, our feet still tap
the choreography of life well mapped
balance and nuance steps, in noted flight
Chorus
From the first beginning chords
the lyrics awake and mime in quiet voice
that register it rings a choreography performed
link the era or its genre, pin our ears for that rejoice
and in that time, held tight until it stopped
the dying notes still hold you close
with wishes ever locked
V2
Did we in our childhood hop
spinning records grove would never stop
a skipping rope beats a gallop
tap dance of steps, between the cracks
Chorus repeat
V3
Clamped our headphones to our ears
played air guitar with gestures weird
cavort the years that were our teens
we were, that can of jumping beans
Chorus repeat
V4
The ballet of the married pair so close
not tread upon the others toes
portray happiness in exaggerated pose
all on points, of high's and low's
Chorus repeat
V5
As we dance on into old age
that gavotte, slows to walking pace
will we dance, invited to, grand heavenly balls
or forever leap, on the devils hot coals
Even when the music stops
we hear it still, our feet still tap
the choreography of life well mapped
balance and nuance steps, in noted flight
Chorus
From the first beginning chords
the lyrics awake and mime in quiet voice
that register it rings a choreography performed
link the era or its genre, pin our ears for that rejoice
and in that time, held tight until it stopped
the dying notes still hold you close
with wishes ever locked
V2
Did we in our childhood hop
spinning records grove would never stop
a skipping rope beats a gallop
tap dance of steps, between the cracks
Chorus repeat
V3
Clamped our headphones to our ears
played air guitar with gestures weird
cavort the years that were our teens
we were, that can of jumping beans
Chorus repeat
V4
The ballet of the married pair so close
not tread upon the others toes
portray happiness in exaggerated pose
all on points, of high's and low's
Chorus repeat
V5
As we dance on into old age
that gavotte, slows to walking pace
will we dance, invited to, grand heavenly balls
or forever leap, on the devils hot coals
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