Take This Waltz Leonard Cohen
Now in Vi[A]enna there's ten pretty w[F#m]omen
There's a [A]shoulder where D[A/Ab]eath comes to cr[F#m]y
There's a [D]lobby with nine hundred w[E]indows
There's a [D]tree where the doves go to d[A]ie [A/Ab]
There's a p[F#m]iece that was torn from the morning
And it h[Bm]angs in the [Bsus2/F#]Gallery of [Bm]Frost
[D]Ay, Ay, Ay, [A]Ay [A/Ab]
Take this w[F#m]altz, take this waltz
Take this w[Bm]altz with the clamp on its [D]jaws [E]
Oh I w[A]ant you, I want you, I [F#m]want you
On a [A]chair with a d[A/Ab]ead magaz[F#m]ine
In the c[D]ave at the tip of the l[E]illy
In some h[D]allways where love's never b[A]een [A/Ab]
On a [F#m]bed where the moon has been sweating
In a [Bm]cry filled with [Bsus2/F#]footsteps and [Bm]sand
[D]Ay, Ay, Ay, [A]Ay [A/Ab]
Take this w[F#m]altz, take this waltz
Take its b[Bm]roken waist in your [D]hand [E] [A]
This w[F#m]altz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its v[Bm]ery own breath of b[F#m]randy and Death
Dr[Bm]agging its tail in the [A]sea [E]
There's a c[A]oncert hall in Vi[F#m]enna
Where your [A]mouth had a th[A/Ab]ousand rev[F#m]iews
There's a b[D]ar where the boys have stopped t[E]alking
They've been s[D]entenced to death by the b[A]lues [A/Ab]
Ah, but [F#m]who is it climbs to your picture
With a g[Bm]arland of fr[Bsus2/F#]eshly cut [Bm]tears?
[D]Ay, Ay, Ay, [A]Ay [A/Ab]
Take this w[F#m]altz, take this waltz
Take this w[Bm]altz it's been dying for y[D]ears [E]
There's an a[A]ttic where children are p[F#m]laying
Where I've g[A]ot to lie d[A/Ab]own with you s[F#m]oon
In a d[D]ream of Hungarian la[E]nterns
In the m[D]ist of some sweet after[A]noon [A/Ab]
And I'll [F#m]see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your [Bm]sheep and your l[Bsus2/F#]illies of s[Bm]now
[D]Ay, Ay, Ay, [A]Ay [A/Ab]
Take this w[F#m]altz, take this waltz
With its "I'll [Bm]never forget you, you kn[D]ow!" [E] [A]
This w[F#m]altz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its v[Bm]ery own breath of b[F#m]randy and Death
Dra[Bm]gging its tail in the s[A]ea [E]
And I'll d[A]ance with you in Vi[F#m]enna
I'll be we[A]aring a r[A/Ab]iver's disg[F#m]uise
The hy[D]acinth wild on my sh[E]oulder
My mo[D]uth on the dew of your th[A]ighs
And I'll b[A]ury my soul in a sc[F#m]rapbook
With the ph[A]otographs there,[A/Ab] and the m[F#m]oss
And I'll y[D]ield to the flood of your b[E]eauty
My c[D]heap violin and my c[A]ross [A/Ab]
And you'll c[F#m]arry me down on your dancing
To the p[Bm]ools that you l[Bsus2/F#]ift on your wr[Bm]ist
Oh my l[D]ove, Oh my l[A]ove [A/Ab]
Take this w[F#m]altz, take this waltz
It's y[Bm]ours now, it's all that there [D]is [E]
[A]La, la,[F#m] la... [A] [F#m]
[F#m]D [F#m]A [Bm]F#m... [Bm]
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