| I saw a photograph of you and me
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| Standing together by the sea
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| Light on the water so beautiful in the dawn
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| I am looking into your eyes
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| Before the secrets, before the lies
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| Your lips are smiling as though you meant to go on
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| I don’t remember the words
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| That you said to me
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| I don’t remember the words
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| But the melody
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| Haunts me
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| I found a rose that you gave to me
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| Pressed in a book of your poetry
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| Deathless prose like the love I thought that we shared
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| You left my life with no backward look
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| I crushed the rose and I burned the book
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| I cursed the day that I ever thought you could care
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| I don’t remember the words
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| That you said to me
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| I don’t remember the words
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| But the melody
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| Haunts me
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| Melody, melody, melody
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| Melody, melody, melody
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| There’s not a day I don’t think of you
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| There’s not a think that I know to do
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| To keep your memory from invading my heart
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| And though your flowers and books are gone
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| The melody of you lingers on
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| You are a part of my song so what can I do
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| I don’t remember the words
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| That you said to me
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| I don’t remember the words
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| But the melody
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| Haunts me
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| Melody, melody, melody
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| Melody, melody, melody |