| Friends say «it must be nice-
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| how’s the view from Paradise?»
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| I smile sadly once or twice
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| and say «how should I know?»
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| They wonder «why so blue?»
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| and when I tell them that we’re through
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| They ask what on earth I’ll do,
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| I say «how should I know?»
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| Things happen in their season
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| For no reason taught in school
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| Far wiser hearts than mine
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| Have tried to divine love’s ancient rule
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| That makes each one of us a fool…
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| So why dwell in the past
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| On a flame that burned to fast
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| Don’t ask me why it didn’t last
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| I’ll just say «how should I know?»
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| All that I know
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| Is that I miss you so…
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| Things happen in their season
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| For no reason taught in school
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| Far wiser hearts than mine
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| Have tried to divine love’s ancient rule
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| That makes each one of us a fool…
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| So why dwell in the past
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| On a flame that burned to fast
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| Don’t ask me why it didn’t last
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| I’ll just say «how should I know?»
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| All that I know
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| Is that I miss you so… Tonight. |