| You don’t know that I felt good
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| When we up and parted
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| You don’t know I knocked on wood
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| Gladly broken hearted
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| Worrying is through
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| I sleep all night
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| Appetite and health restored
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| You don’t know how much I’m bored
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| The sleepless nights — the daily fights
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| The quick toboggan — when you reach the heights
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| I miss the kisses — and I miss the bites
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| I wish I were in love again
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| The broken dates — the endless waits
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| The lovely loving — and the hateful hates
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| The conversation — with the flying plates
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| I wish I were in love again
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| No more pain — no more strain
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| Now I’m sane — but I would rather be punch — drunk
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| The pulled out fur — of cat and cur
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| The fine mismating — of a him and her
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| I’ve learned my lesson — but I wish I were
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| In love again
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| The furtive sigh — the blackened eye
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| The words: «I love you — 'til the day I die»
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| The self deception — that believes the lie
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| I wish I were in love again
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| When love congeals — it soon reveals
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| The faint aroma — of performing seals
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| The double-crossing — of a pair of heels
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| I wish I were in love again
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| No, no more care — no, no despair
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| Now I’m all there (now) — but I’d rather be punchdrunk
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| Believe me sir — I much prefer
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| The classic battle — of a him and her
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| I don’t like quiet — and I wish I were
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| In love again — in love again — in love again |