| We still sit at separate tables
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| And we sleep at different times
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| And the warm wind in the palm trees
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| Hasn’t helped to change our minds
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| It was the lure of the tropics
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| That i thought might heal the scars
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| Of a love burned out by silence
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| In a marriage minus heart
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| And i call the kids on the telephone
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| Say there’s something wrong out here
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| It’s july but it’s cold as christmas
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| In the middle of the year
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| The temperature’s up to ninety five
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| But there’s a winter look in your mother’s eyes
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| And to melt the tears there’s a heat wave here
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| So how come it’s cold as christmas in the middle of the year
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| I dreamed of love in a better climate
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| And for what it’s really worth
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| I put faith in the star we followed
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| To this caribbean surf
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| But there’s an icy fringe on everything
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| And i cannot find the lines
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| Where’s the beauty in the beast we made
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| Why the frost in the summertime |