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My eyes are the color |
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Of martini olives |
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I always drink two |
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Never three |
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My hair is plain brown |
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Once I was blond |
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YellowNot towheaded |
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I like to drink coffee |
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With one cube of sugar |
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Always with cream |
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And never with milk |
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Only dark chocolate |
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I really love summer |
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I love to be warm |
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I love to feel hopeful |
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Under the stars |
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In Audrey's backyard |
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Wanting for someone |
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To kiss me |
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But someone would not |
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And time's getting short |
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The night's growing colder |
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And I'm going home |
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We danced and we danced |
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In my old apartment |
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When everyone left |
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Someone slept on the couch |
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I thought about love |
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And how I love somebody else |
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But is that enough? |
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Lining up memories |
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Each one a hair |
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At the edge of the mirror |
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I count and |
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I stareI wish that the quiet would end |
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With a telephone ring |
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Could a friend turn |
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Into a different thing? |
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Laughing and laughing |
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In my old apartment |
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But that's not what lovers do |
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They sigh and hope for the future |
