| This tune that obsesses me day and night
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| This air was not born today
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| He comes from as far as I come
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| Trailed by a hundred thousand musicians
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| One day this tune will drive me crazy
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| A hundred times I wanted to say why
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| But he cut me off
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| He always speaks before me
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| And his voice covers my voice
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| He comes running behind me
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| It makes me remember
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| It's a tune that points at me
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| He said, "Remember your loves
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| Remember since it's your turn
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| There's no reason you can't cry
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| With your memories on your arms…”
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| I see those who remain
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| My twenties make the drum beat
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| I see gestures intertwining
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| All the comedy of loves
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| To a tune that always goes
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| Fourteenth of July "I love you"
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| Do you want it in packets
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| "Always" that we buy at a discount
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| And all to fall just around the corner
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| To the tune that recognized me
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| Listen to the heckling he makes me
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| Like my whole past is scrolling
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| Padam... padam... padam...
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| Gotta save some grief for later
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| La la la la la la this air that beats...
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| Which beats like a heart of wood... |