| Lucile, where did the love go?
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| We used to think everything could be
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| We used to think someday they would see
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| That to feel is greater than anything
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| But they chased all the dreams away
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| And then they turned all the colors gray
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| And now the city lights don’t spell out our names
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| And the stars up above won’t lead us on our way
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| And the black hearted people have stolen everything
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| And Lucile, the meaning that I thought was there
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| And Lucile, life is a cabaret
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| A series of hoops we must jump through
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| A high-wire act we all must do
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| And a dance, a dance of fire
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| We’ll dance as the flames rise up around us
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| We’ll dance as they burn us to the ground
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| Because the city lights don’t spell out our names
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| And the stars up above won’t lead us on our way
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| The black hearted people have stolen everything
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| And Lucile, the meaning that I thought was there
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| It don’t mean a thing, it don’t mean a thing
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| And Lucile, where did the love go?
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| Lucile, where did the love go?
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| Lucile, where did the love go?
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| Lucile, where did the love go? |