| They say that time moves fast
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| And life is short, but art is long
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| And so to make it last
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| I’ll put my love
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| Into a song
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| And if it wasn’t for Elise
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| I don’t know where I would be
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| They say, they say, they say
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| That he who hesitates is lost
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| Well so am I
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| The only thing that lasts
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| Is art, our bloody bodies
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| Bloody die
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| And if it wasn’t for Elise
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| I don’t know where I would be
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| They say, they say, they say you don’t know what you’ve got
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| 'Til what you’ve got is gone
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| I say I say that nothing’s lost
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| If it’s entrusted to a song
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| For you, my Elise
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| I’m composing lovely music
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| You and I, sad to say
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| Are doomed to fade and to die
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| You who come later
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| Know I was happy loving her
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| You who have conquered death
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| Bully for you!
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| Now fuck off!
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| Fuck off! |