| Oh the English rain
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| seems to follow me again
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| all the way from Sintra Portugal
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| it’s where I met you just one year ago
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| oh sweet memory (riding motorbikes down to the sea)
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| didn’t feel like reality even when it was happening
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| and I want everything to stay
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| the same as yesterday
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| I want everything to stay the same
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| I saw you board the Paris train
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| your little halo hung sideways
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| you didn’t know I was there to see you go standing in your furs and your arms around another fool
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| oh tortured memory (Ceasar Paciotti’s standing in the city square)
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| you smothered everything, just when it started happening
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| and I want everything to stay (I wanted to stay)
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| the same as yesterday
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| I want everything to stay the same (I want it to stay)
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| love is a deadly potion
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| stabs the heart and bleeds emotion
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| and now nothing is the same again
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| oh the politics of love
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| oh the politics of love and not feeling loved
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| I know you, you doubted me all along
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| even when I told you that you were the one
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| and in the street I left a lonely rose
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| that no one knows, and no one knows, and no one knows
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| but me I want everything to stay
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| the same as yesterday
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| want everything to stay the same
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| love is a deady potion
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| stabs the heart and bleeds emotion
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| love is a chain reaction
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| we just thought it was attraction
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| and I never wanted to change (and now you forced me)
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| and I never wanted to change (and how you forced me)
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| and I know it for a fact. |