| I have laughed up galaxies,
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| Hats and glasses,
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| But I’ve never met anyone quite like you,
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| I’ve met vintage people,
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| Who boast of shipwrecks and bravery,
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| But I’ve never met someone quite like you.
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| You can take me away from here.
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| Do you remember, how it was when we were fascinators,
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| sneaking glances,
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| Do you remember how it was all night when I sing my song,
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| 'Til our songs we’re done.
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| All the people gathered to watch you smile,
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| And take photographs for rememberance,
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| Could they testify with experience they would find that,
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| They’ve never met someone quite like you.
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| You can take me away from here.
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| Do you remember, how it was when we were fascinators,
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| Sneaking glances,
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| Do you remember how it was all night while I sing my song,
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| 'Til our songs we’re done.
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| Oooh… ahhh…
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| Do you remember how it was when we were fascinators,
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| Sneaking glances,
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| Do your remember how it was all night while I sing my song,
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| 'Til our songs we’re done
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| And it’s just nice to be near you,
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| 'Til the sun breaks our city street through |