| I was a fool who never knew
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| The ways of love
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| I was a fool who never knew
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| The ways of love
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| Now I tell everyone I meet
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| Then never was a love
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| Without a moment of The bitter with the sweet
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| And when I tell them all
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| The that we knew then
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| When all the world lay at our feet
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| They know I’ve tasted love
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| And craved it’s wine again
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| The bitter with the sweet
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| Sometimes the young in love
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| Think everything must go their way
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| And then the young in love
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| Say things they never
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| Really mean to say
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| Your memory haunts me From the moment I awake
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| Until I cry myself to sleep
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| If you were only mine again
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| I’d glady take the bitter with the sweet
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| Sometimes the young in love
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| Think everything must go their way
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| And then the young in love
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| Say things they never
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| Really mean to say
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| Your memory haunts me From the moment I awake
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| Until I cry myself to sleep
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| If you were only mine again
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| I’d glady take the bitter with the sweet
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| (The bitter with the sweet) |