| Love at first sight, my dear
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| Never got a second glance from me
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| 'Cause I’m more at home alone
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| And I know why, my dear
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| At times a word is best denied a rhyme
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| How sweet the dream postponed
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| Oh, the cruel
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| Boys at school
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| Were exceptions that proved the fool
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| Was me
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| But as Love once exclaimed
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| I can’t really blame the flame
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| Not me
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| More heathen light, my dear
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| They say that youth is wasted on the young
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| But is age wasted on the old?
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| A kiss
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| Can be bliss
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| When it’s past the abyss
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| But then, I find all that beguiles
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| And all that’s worthwhile
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| Must end
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| (Spoken interlude)
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| Yeah, baby. |
| Hey, how you doin'? |
| You two together? |
| Well, you should be.
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| You look cute. |
| Hey Sammy, gimme somethin' up here. |
| I dunno, gimme a vodka,
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| I don’t care. |
| Yeah, yeah baby, yeah. |
| Ladies and gentlemen, Caleb Curtis.
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| You swing, motherfucker
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| (Song)
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| Love at first sight, my dear
|
| Never got a second glance from me
|
| 'Cause I’m more at home alone
|
| And I know why, my dear
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| At times a word is best denied a rhyme
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| For how sweet the dream postponed
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| The dream postponed
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| The dream |