| Nothing to hide so I sing it too loud
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| Not like you, you keep
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| Obscure from me
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| Clouded intrigue
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| Oh open up, speak to me
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| I’ve nothing to hide so I’ll talk to you for hours
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| But I am closer to the poles
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| They’re merely cold as ice, impossible to touch
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| Hello, hello, I’ve called too late
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| To ask you to remember me
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| You picked me up and drove around
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| With Beethoven and rose garlands
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| Yes I know it’s long ago
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| And times have changed your tastes so
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| But it was you who talked so much
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| About infatuation you called love
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| Nothing to lose
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| So I called out of the blue
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| Just to hear your silky tones
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| Whisper «Hello, do you know what time it is?»
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| I’m so sorry I forgot the vast space between us
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| That closed off your heart
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| Hello, hello, I’ve called too late
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| To ask you to remember me
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| You picked me up and drove around
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| With Beethoven and rose garlands
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| Yes I know it’s long ago
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| And times have changed your tastes so
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| But it was you who talked so much
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| About infatuation you called love |