| All day long before my eyes come little visions of you,
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| They shouldn’t, they mustn’t, but they do.
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| Can’t get out of this mood,
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| Can’t get over this feeling,
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| Can’t get out of this mood,
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| Last night your lips were appealing,
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| The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way,
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| But it’s only your arms that I’m out of.
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| Can’t get out of this dream
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| What a fool to dream of you,
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| Twasn’t part of my scheme to sigh and tell you that I love you,
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| But now I’m saying it, I’m playing it dumb,
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| Can’t get out of this mood,
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| Heartbreak here I come.
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| I can’t get over this feeling,
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| Last night your lips were appealing,
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| The thrill should have been all gone by today, in the usual way,
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| But it’s only your arms that I’m out of.
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| What a fool to dream of you,
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| To sigh and tell you that I love you,
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| But now I’m playing it, now I’m playing it dumb,
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| I can’t get out of this mood,
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| Heartbreak, heartbreak here I come. |