| You say I’m hopelessly romantic
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| I’d say romantically hopeless
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| You don’t know me well
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| Cause we just met at the station
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| A shudder of vague frustration
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| Maybe that was so
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| There is something beautiful
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| in things that cannot last
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| There is something beautiful
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| in still believing that they do
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| She went off to Paris
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| and I went back to my hometown
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| I couldn’t be by your side
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| I shouldn’t have been by anyone’s side
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| Doo doo doo
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| doo doo doo
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| doo do
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| You say I’m terribly kind
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| So we’ll say kind of terrible
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| You all know me well
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| We spent a few days walking
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| And a few minutes talking
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| Maybe that was so
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| There is something beautiful
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| in not knowing what could have been
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| There is something beautiful
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| in not letting the thought go
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| She went off to Paris
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| and I went back to my hometown
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| I couldn’t be by your side
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| I shouldn’t have been by anyone’s side
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| Doo doo doo
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| doo doo doo
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| doo do
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| Ideals
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| Everything was right from the start
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| Nothing could tear us apart
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| Ideals
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| Everything was right from the start
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| There was nothing to tear us apart
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| Ideals
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| (Everything was right from the start
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| There was nothing to tear us apart) |