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Gentle lady, please don't cry |
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Loves just weary, it won't die |
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I'm enchanted by you |
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I'm disenchanted by me |
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Gentle lady, please don't sing |
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That love won't give you anything |
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Growing old is calling |
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Growing up is boring |
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Gentle lady, please don't cry |
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Or I will... |
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Love you forever until I don't |
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Love you forever until you won't |
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And if forever seems too short |
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Then we'll regret the times we fought |
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Say you love me if you dare |
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So scared I'll hurt you or won't care |
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But you keep playing hard to get |
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To my lovesick etiquette |
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We celebrate the new year well |
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Like two young virgins for a spell |
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But when the spell begins to fade |
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Will we forget that love's been made? |
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Say you love me if you dare |
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So I can... |
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Mundane to Friday you wear your cashmere sweaters |
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And leave my love letters at home |
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But when comes payday you wave my letters |
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Like some kind of final demand |
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How can I make you understand that I'll... |
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Yes, you will, you will regret it |
