| Tender was the feeling,
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| That brought your love to me,
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| So easy send me spinning,
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| A fool who couldn’t see,
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| Running around in circles baby,
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| Will he ever learn,
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| Tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn,
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| Oh, tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn.
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| Don’t we all grow older,
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| And don’t the years go fast,
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| And don’t we all go searching,
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| For something that will last,
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| Humble is this poor heart baby,
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| For lost lovers does it yearn,
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| Tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn,
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| Oh, tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn.
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| Humble is this poor heart baby,
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| For lost lovers does it yearn,
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| Tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn,
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| Oh, tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn.
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| Tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn,
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| Oh, tender are the ashes, where in a fire they burn. |