| Minute you wake from a bad day dream, alone, as the bird play dawn
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| A little chink from a reverie, it pulls at my blue, blue heart
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| Ooh la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
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| So you said you were leaving but I don’t feel a thing at all
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| Til the ghost of your memory beats drums down every hall
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| Find us down on memory street. |
| How long since you’ve been gone? |
| (Already gone)
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| Like some forgotten dream, pinned to my blue, blue heart (Already gone)
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| Something quite extraordinary — I don’t feel a thing at all. |
| People come for
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| miles to see the girl with the blue, blue heart
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| Find us down on memory street. |
| How long since you’ve been gone? |
| (Already gone)
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| Like some forgotten dream, pinned to my blue, blue heart (Already gone)
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| If I loved you endlessly how could we be wrong? |
| Where did we go wrong?
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| INSTRUMENTAL
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| Something quite extraordinary — my soul jumped to a start
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| Blood to the extremeties runs cold from my blue, blue heart
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| (Already gone)
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| (Already gone)
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| If I loved you endlessly how could we be wrong? |
| Where did we go wrong? |