| You used to write me letters
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| You’d send me records in the post
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| Like 'Born To Run', by Springsteen
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| You knew the songs I love the most
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| But with the sweetest sorrow
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| Told you some things just won’t last
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| For you and I are passed our dancing days
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| I said it’s not your fault, I lied
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| And I don’t have time to watch you cry
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| And I’m thinking Romeo must die, ai, ai, ai, ai I tried to treat you gently
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| I said I’d always be your friend
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| But now your hands are empty
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| You don’t know how to let this end
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| So with the sweetest sorrow
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| Let me spell it out for you
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| For you and I are passed our dancing days
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| I said it’s not your fault, I lied
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| I don’t have time to watch you cry
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| And I’m thinking Romeo must die, ai, ai, ai, ai Did you think I wouldn’t notice
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| As if I wouldn’t pass an eye
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| Did you think that you could hide it All of your violent delights
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| I said it’s not your fault, I lied
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| I don’t have time to watch you cry
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| And I’m thinking Romeo must die, ai, ai, ai, ai |