Isadoraâs Dancers â Elliott Murphy
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I ve gone to meet Isadora s dancers
Wrote that girl on her own blue jeans
I ve given up trying to find the answers
And these times they re sure turning mean
So here s to you and to my mother
And to that boy at work who lent me his radio
Because for me there s never been no others
At making friends I m awfully slow awfully slow
â (x 3) â -
Aah aah
I can dream of a nicer ending
And I dreamed of a lonely show
With just me and my ballerina
And she turns slowly up on her toes
And I clap and the hall it echoes
And my dancer s eyes are wide as a doe
But the time wasn t right for the moment
This I know this I know â I let her go
â (x 3) â -
Aah aah
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And it s raining and it s Sunday San Francisco
And I think I ll go take in the o show
Cause it s dark and it s cold and it s lonely
And it s as far from love as you can go
So here s to you Isadora s dancers
And to that girl who just had to go
And as for me, well I don t know the answers
Is life too fast or is it just too slow
Oh so slow
â (x 3) â â
Aah aah
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