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Tennessee Waltz
Little Bluebird, tell me when
I can dance with you again
I kind of did that afternoon
Inside that Tennessee saloon
The country music playing loud
I stood behind you in the crowd
I slowly moved in sync with you
We didn't touch, I wanted to
You turned around and looked at me
A picture for my memory
For when I looked you in the face
I only saw you in that place
Desire built inside of me
No one knew, no one could see
The time there wished I could extend
I didn't want that song to end
Copyright ©
Andres Luis Bigote
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