| The flowers, the linen, the crystal I see
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| Were carefully chosen for people like me.
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| The silver agleam and the candles aglow,
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| your favorite songs on request.
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| Each colorful touch in the finest of taste,
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| and notice how subtly the tables are spaced.
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| The music is muted, the lighting is low;
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| no wonder I feel so depressed.
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| Charming, romantic, the perfect cafe
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| Then as if it isn’t bad enough a violin starts to play
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| Candles and wine, tables for two
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| but where are you dear friend?
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| Couples go past me
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| I see how they look.
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| So discreetly sympathetic when they see the rose and the book.
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| I make believe nothing is wrong
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| how long can I pretend?
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| Please make it right
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| don’t break my heart
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| don’t let it end, dear friend.
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| (Waiter: we’re closing up
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| Amalia: so soon?
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| Waiter: It looks like your friend didn’t get here
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| Amalia: I’m sure there’s a very good reason
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| Waiter: then he’ll write to you,
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| and you can patch it up
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| And I hope you’ll be very happy
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| Amalia: oh, thank you)
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| I make believe nothing is wrong
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| how long can I pretend? |
| Please make it right
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| don’t break my heart
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| don’t let it end, dear friend |