| Madeline, you’re song and I add a line
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| I sang along now you’re in my mind
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| You’re my tempo and you’re my ryhme, Madeline
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| Madeline, every move I have memorized
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| I listen close but I try to hide
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| I sing your song like it were mine, Madeline
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| Always lovely, never lonely
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| with charm you can’t deny
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| and though he holds me, I know he
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| only wants
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| Madeline, she reminds of sadder times
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| took the one that I thought was mine
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| every gesture that seemed so kind
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| was it a lie?
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| Summertime, wasting wishes on tender lines
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| to try to keep him by my side, but
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| with the breath drifted right to Madeline
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| Always lovely, never lonely
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| with charm you can’t deny
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| and though he holds me, I know he
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| only wants
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| Yesterday, I overheard someone say her name
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| I thought those memories were locked away
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| Her song it still sounds the same |