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Well she started out, just to be a dancer |
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Gonna make her livin' dancin' in the Broadway shows |
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So she hitchhiked cross the country from Pasaroba to the Big Red Apple |
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Where your dreams are made, your debts must be paid on time |
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I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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And I'll listen to how you outgrew your dreams, how they faded away |
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I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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We can pretend this floor is the Broadway stage |
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Well she wasn't used to livin' in the city |
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So she took a job cleanin' up as a maid at the Grammercy Park Hotel |
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And all her auditions, no, didn't turn out so pretty |
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So she took a job dancin' at the bar down a street as well |
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I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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And I'll listen to how you outgrew your dreams, how they faded away |
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I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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We can pretend this floor is the Broadway |
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Well I don't know how long or how far her fortune did take her |
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But I heard she sits alone drunk downtown on 42nd Street |
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And sometimes an old Butch will slip a quarter into the jukebox |
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And she'll stagger to the bar and dance with that girl for free |
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I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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And I'll listen to how you outgrew your dreams, how they faded away |
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I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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We can pretend this floor is the Broadway stage |
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I'll hold you close |
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I'll hold you close |
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I'll hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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Faded away |
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Hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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Faded away |
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Hold you close, Taxi Dancer |
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Faded away |
