Your eyes.
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The disappearance of excitement.

Your eyes.

Your eyes,

Your eyes, they used to pirouette,

Your eyes, they used to pirouette, arabesque at just the sight of me.

Your eyes, they used to pirouette, arabesque at just the sight of me. Now the rhythm of the music has changed.

Your eyes, they used to pirouette, arabesque at just the sight of me. Now the rhythm of the music has changed. Your eyes,

Your eyes, they used to pirouette, arabesque at just the sight of me. Now the rhythm of the music has changed. Your eyes, they now wait at the edge of the ballroom,

Your eyes, they used to pirouette, arabesque at just the sight of me. Now the rhythm of the music has changed. Your eyes, they now wait at the edge of the ballroom, longing for someone else to ask you to dance.

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