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We still sit at separate tables |
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And we sleep at different times |
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And the warm wind in the palm trees |
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Hasn't helped to change our minds |
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It was the lure of the tropics |
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That I thought might heal the scars |
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Of a love burned out by silence |
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In a marriage minus heart |
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And I call the kids on the telephone |
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Say there's something wrong out here |
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It's July but it's cold as Christmas |
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In the middle of the year |
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The temperature's up to ninety five |
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But there's a winter look in your mother's eyes |
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And to melt the tears there's a heat wave here |
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So how come it's cold as Christmas in the middle of the year |
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I dreamed of love in a better climate |
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And for what it's really worth |
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I put faith in the star we followed |
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To this Caribbean surf |
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But there's an icy fringe on everything |
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And I cannot find the lines |
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Where's the beauty in the beast we made |
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Why the frost in the summertime |
