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It was a pleasure then |
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Could you just be here again |
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To know what there was to see |
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When all the sunday people |
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Where so quiet in the dark |
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Afraid to be better the next day |
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La la la ... |
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It was a pleasure then |
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When we could sit and stare again |
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Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees |
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Onto the grass |
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Stars to smile with us |
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Until they too had tears in their eyes |
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Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree |
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It was a pleasure then |
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To see the dieing days again |
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In the horror of the night |
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Never, never, never, never, never, lise |
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Keep it secret |
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For to hide somewhere at last |
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As long as we could see |
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The sky confessed this crime |
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Of futile tasting hate romance |
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Above our shattered minds |
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It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure |
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La la la ... |