| There’s a tune by Bach
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| Running through her head
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| There’s a half moon clock
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| Frozen by the bed
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| It just needs a spring or two
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| There’s a knot in time
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| That she can’t undo
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| Still she knows she hasn’t lost you
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| There’s a telephone
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| From the Hotel Pontchartrain
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| There’s a piece of bone
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| On a fourteen carat chain
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| From a boy that she once knew
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| And her mother’s eyes
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| Which she wears like new
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| Still she knows that she hasn’t lost you
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| Still she knows…
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| Still sh knows…
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| Still she knows…
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| Like a work of art
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| That she did not plan
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| Lik the human heart
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| Beating in her hand
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| Such a dazzling shade of blue
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| There’s a life she’s lived
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| That she can’t undo
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| Still she knows that she hasn’t lost you
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| Still she knows that she hasn’t lost you |