| If I have known you only three days
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| Then how will I remember you in ten?
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| But I could swear I’ll love you always
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| And if the gods will please be kind
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| Darling, I’ll be with you soon, soon again.
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| And on the road you have some good times
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| But when the show is over you go home
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| And it hurts me so to leave you behind,
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| And lordy I feel lonesome,
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| Lonesome for the you I might have known.
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| You’ll be in L.A. in the morning
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| And I’ll be in London by sundown
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| But when I sing, my song is filled with longing
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| And the memory of your last look
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| The way you took me by suprise
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| And the way you turned my head around
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| And the way you turned my head around. |