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Oh will you never let me be |
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Oh will you never set me free |
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The ties that bound us are still around us |
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There's no escape that I can see |
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And still those little things remain |
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That bring me happiness or pain |
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A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces |
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An airline ticket to romantic places |
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And still my heart has wings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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A tinkling piano in the next apartment |
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Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant |
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A fairground's painted swings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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You came you saw |
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You conquered me |
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When you did that to me |
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I knew somehow that this had to be |
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The winds of March that make my heart a dancer |
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A telephone that rings but who's to answer |
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Oh how the ghost of you clings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
