| You think you know the smile on her lips
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| The thrill and the touch of her fingertips
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| But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.
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| You think you’ll find heaven of bliss
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| In each caress, in each tender kiss
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| But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.
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| You stole her love from me one day
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| You didn’t care, oh, it hurt me But you can never steal away memories of what used to be.
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| You think she’s yours, to have and to hold
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| Someday you’ll learn, when her love grows cold
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| But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her. |