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Leonard Cohen Lyrics for Song: Take This Waltz
 Lyrics for Album: Complete Studio Albums Collection [2011]
 
 
 
 36949>Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
 
 There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
 
 There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
 
 There's a tree where the doves go to die
 
 There's a piece that was torn from the morning
 
 And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
 
 Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
 
 Take this waltz, take this waltz
 
 Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
 
 
 
 Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
 
 On a chair with a dead magazine
 
 In the cave at the tip of the lily
 
 In some hallways where love's never been
 
 On a bed where the moon has been sweating
 
 In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
 
 Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
 
 Take this waltz, take this waltz
 
 Take its broken waist in your hand
 
 
 
 This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
 
 With its very own breath of brandy and Death
 
 Dragging its tail in the sea
 
 
 
 There's a concert hall in Vienna
 
 Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
 
 There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
 
 They've been sentenced to death by the blues
 
 Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
 
 With a garland of freshly cut tears?
 
 Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
 
 Take this waltz, take this waltz
 
 Take this waltz it's been dying for years
 
 
 
 There's an attic where children are playing
 
 Where I've got to lie down with you soon
 
 In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
 
 In the mist of some sweet afternoon
 
 And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
 
 All your sheep and your lilies of snow
 
 Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
 
 Take this waltz, take this waltz
 
 With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
 
 
 
 This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
 
 With its very own breath of brandy and Death
 
 Dragging its tail in the sea
 
 
 
 And I'll dance with you in Vienna
 
 I'll be wearing a river's disguise
 
 The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
 
 My mouth on the dew of your thighs
 
 And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
 
 With the photographs there, and the moss
 
 And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
 
 My cheap violin and my cross
 
 And you'll carry me down on your dancing
 
 To the pools that you lift on your wrist
 
 Oh my love, Oh my love
 
 Take this waltz, take this waltz
 
 It's yours now. It's all that there is.
 
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