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These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You) |
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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 |
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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 lipstick's 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 fair ground's painted swings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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You came you saw you conquer'd me |
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When you did that to me |
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I knew somehow 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 |
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First daffodils and long excited cables |
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And candle lights on little corner tables |
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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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The park at evening when the bell has sounded |
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The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it |
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The beauty that is Spring's |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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How strange how sweet to find you still |
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These things are dear to me |
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They seem to bring you near to me |
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The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations |
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Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations |
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings! |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow |
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Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo |
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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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The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses |
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The waiters whistling as the last bar closes |
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The song that Crosby sings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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How strange how sweet to find you still |
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These things are dear to me |
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They seem to bring you near to me |
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The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers |
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Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers |
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings! |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
