| Remember this began in Italy*
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| She looked at me and smiled so prettily
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| Just like the waves, you made me feel so ill
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| So up and down, I wish that’d you’d be still
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| I said: «I'll have to buy a camera
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| So I can take a photototototograph of her»
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| The negatives are etched upon my mind
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| So black and white there’s nothing left to find
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| Where do you go?
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| When I haven’t made up lost time
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| Where do you go?
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| When I haven’t made up lost time
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| Remember thinking this will end in tears
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| I close my eyes to make you disappear
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| Just like the sun, the heat won’t go away
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| And all I’m wet is tears from yesterday
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| I love your hands, I love your face and eyes
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| I love the way she only ever tells me lies
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| But then you looked, you looked and laughed at me
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| Where do you go?
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| When I haven’t made up lost time
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| Where do you go?
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| When I haven’t made up lost time
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| Eh eh eh
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| Because you’re taking, you’re taking, you’re taking me under
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| Because you’re taking, you’re taking, you’re taking me under
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| Because you’re taking, you’re taking, you’re taking me under
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| Because you’re taking, you’re taking, you’re taking me under
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| Lost, lost time
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| Lost, lost time
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| Lost time
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| Lost, lost time
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| Lost, lost time
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| Lost time |