Noir Waltz Bloom

Under the streetlamp,

the shadows are long

We spin to the click of a mechanical song (ahhhh)

Oh,

spin through the haze

In a glowing, geometric maze

(ooh,

rise)

The gears are turning,

the floorboards are wet

A dream that we bought,

but we haven't paid yet

Spin through the haze

In a glowing, geometric maze

Lost in the swing...

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