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There's a touch upon my lips left by memory's fingertips |
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I still hear her voice when there's no sound |
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There's a touch upon my skin left when she went back to him |
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All the rest has gone she's not around |
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When I saw her first it was lust my friend |
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Thought it would burn then it would end |
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But I lost my old philosophy now I believed in love |
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Well the months went by and my love grew strong |
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Thought she felt the same but I was wrong |
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She held my old philosophy now I'm destroyed by love |
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There's a touch upon my lips left by memory's fingertips |
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I still hear her voice when there's no sound |
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There's a touch upon my skin left when she went back to him |
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All the rest has gone she's not around |
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Well I still believed that I would win 'cos I was a better man than him |
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She held the new philosophy now she believed in love |
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But the love she felt was not for me said she would have to set me free |
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Now I know there's no philosophy that can't be destroyed by love |
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There's a touch upon my lips left by memory's fingertips |
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I still hear her voice when there's no sound |
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There's a touch upon my skin left when she went back to him |
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All the rest has gone she's not around |
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