| You always had a taste for those movies
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| Like Casablanca and Song o' My Heart
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| Where a complicated world
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| Or the call of adventure
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| Forces true lovers to part
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| When the hero turns his back so stoically
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| On all the happiness they might have had
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| You always considered it
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| So romantic
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| But I just considered it sad
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| It was so like you to choose such a moment
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| The sun setting over the square
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| A pavement cafe, the local children at play
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| The sound of an accordion somewhere
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| You suddenly said Fate was pulling us apart
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| Then you shrugged, like there was nothing more to add
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| I suppose you considered that
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| So romantic
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| Well, I just considered it sad
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| Perhaps you’re living in America now
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| Perhaps you’re in Timbuktu
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| A small part of me, even after this time
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| Has never stopped waiting for you
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| To live in this state of hoping
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| When hoping seems so utterly mad
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| I can’t help but consider that so romantic
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| Though I know I should consider it sad |