| Leave a candle by his doorstep
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| With a snapshot of his face
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| Turn around and take a deep breath
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| On the first weekend of May
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| Keep a hair strand in your pocket
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| And don’t rely on any friend
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| Brew some Catalina Coffee
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| With the letters of his name
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| White magic for lovers
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| When all your love has gone away
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| White magic for lovers
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| When you hold on Oh, you hold on To your faith
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| Turn your tears back into water
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| And leave the bottle by his door
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| With a message on the cover
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| Saying, «To the one you love»
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| White magic for lovers
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| When all your love has gone away
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| White magic for lovers
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| When you hold on Oh, you hold on To your faith
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| White magic for lovers
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| When all your love has gone away
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| White magic for lovers
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| When you hold on Oh, you hold on When you hold on Ooo, you hold on To your faith
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| Tips For Travelling
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| There’s a big black cat comming down the street
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| And a little bit of sorrow in everyone you meet
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| These are tips for travelling on your feet
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| And love’s just a memory that seems so sweet
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| Never give them anything
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| Even if you’re beat |