| Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now
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| Or, darling, have you started feeling old yet?
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| Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’re still breaking hearts
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| With the efficiency that only youth can harness
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| And do you still think love is a laserquest
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| Or do you take it all more seriously?
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| I’ve tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I’ve had
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| But you’re always busy being make believe
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| And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you’re there
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| Or has somebody’s good night kisses got that covered
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| Well, I’m not being honest
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| I’ll pretend that you were just some lover
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| Now I can’t think of there without thinking of you
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| I doubt that comes as a surprise
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| And I can’t think of anything to dream about
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| I can’t find anywhere to hide
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| And when I’m hanging on by the rings around my eyes
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| And I convince myself I need another
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| And for a minute it gets easier to pretend
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| That you were just some lover
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| When I’m pipe and slippers and rocking chair
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| Singing dreadful songs about something
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| Well, I’ve found a better method of pretending
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| You were just some lover
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| Well, I’ve found a better method of pretending
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| You were just some lover |