| Sunday evening, walking over Waterloo Bridge
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| And you’re hiding your brown eyes from the wind
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| And some of us try, some of us try
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| But you can’t
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| You can’t escape the feeling of love
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| It’s invisible
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| Like our laughter in the air
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| I, I always thought that love can be forever new
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| Forever new and ever new
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| And ever and ever and ever new
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| Some say falling in love is like asking to forget
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| Your own drunk reflection in the barroom window
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| And some of us try, some of us try
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| To be saved
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| From this confusion
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| And you can do it
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| Only by the heart of someone
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| I, I always thought that love can be forever new
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| Forever new and ever new
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| And ever and ever and ever new
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| I, I always thought that love can be forever new
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| Forever new and ever new
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| And ever and ever and ever new
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| I, I always thought that love can be forever new
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| Forever new and ever new
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| And ever and ever and ever new |