| Can’t believe our luck sometimes
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| Anyway things will fall apart
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| And somedays it seems as though
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| We were doomed from the start
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| But I can’t believe that fate
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| Would have such a cruel heart
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| Though somedays it seems I know
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| We were doomed from the start
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| When all the world’s asleep
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| And the night is quiet and still
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| Your love returns to me
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| As if sent from above to my window sill
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| So, we’ll take the good times then
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| We’ll take on its counterpart
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| If this love was meant to be
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| Not doomed from the start
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| Your love returns to me
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| As if sent from above to my window sill
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| So, we’ll take the good times then
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| We’ll take on its counterpart
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| If this love was meant to be
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| Not doomed from the start
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| If this love was meant to be
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| Not doomed from the start |