| One year ago, the twelfth of May
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| That luncheonette where he appeared
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| I see him first, and then he smiles
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| I won’t forget, I won’t forget—
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| Something sad is playing on the jukebox
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| A girl who’s lost her boyfriend to a friend—
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| I can’t remember my husband’s face
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| I can’t remember my lover’s face
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| But I can remember a stranger’s face
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| His name is Tom
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| I leave tip, do not look back
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| I reach the park, and he appears
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| That brilliant smile, those two-tone shoes
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| His eyes are green, he says hello
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| Suddenly, the city seems on fire
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| It’s like the world has finally reached an end
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| I don’t remember my husband’s voice
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| I don’t remember my lover’s voice
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| But I do remember, I hear that voice
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| And I’m wanting to run, I’m wanting to scream
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| I’m wanting to cry, I—
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| I ask his name, and we kiss
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| And the angels sigh
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| We kiss, and the heaven’s smile
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| We fly like angels would like to fly
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| We kiss and say goodbye
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| What’s better is what would have been
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| What’s sweeter is what would have been
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| The twelfth of May, that brilliant smile
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| The greatest of adventures of my life
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| I can’t remember my husband’s name
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| I can’t remember my lover’s name
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| But I can remember what would have been
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| It has a name |