| My dear Lorenzo you take my hand
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| And understand the tears that I have cried
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| We like the candles and pour the wine
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| and laugh as if you’ll never leave my side
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| you take me in your arms and tell me
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| that I’ll always be the only one
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| and then you’re gone
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| you come to see me on a Saturday
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| presenting heenies knowing just what to say
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| we dance until the break of dawn
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| I turn my back and then you’re gone
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| Swirling in a sea of stars
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| Swirling to the strum of guitars
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| No one tangos why the way you do
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| But now my dancing days woth you are through
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| You think I miss you each time you disappear
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| Maybe I used to but it’s becoming clear
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| I know your tricks I 've heard your songs
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| You swear your love and then you’re gone
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| Remember last time it was a perfect day
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| You tooke me sailing and then you sailed away
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| Now here you are outside my door
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| you want back in just like before
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| Well save your breath don’t make me yawn
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| You’ve had your chance now just be gone |