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And though wistful messages |
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Sent loaded with lust |
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Remain as memories |
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Worth no more than dust |
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But you are so beautiful |
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To me |
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Still you are so beautiful |
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To me |
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But first you need to know |
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That I will never be her |
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We're all afraid of being alone |
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But I will never be her |
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My dear |
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There's no glamour in being pale |
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And tears all over |
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As I sit and watch |
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The lovers kissing in the darkened corners |
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I think I was once beautiful to you |
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I was once beautiful |
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To you |
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But we can't escape the fact |
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That I will never be her |
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Oh, I'm pleased to say that |
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I will never be her |
