| You say it’s the way
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| these passing years have treated you
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| That the weight of the dreams you once carried
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| has now defeated you
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| That our candlelit dinners will all just be reheated through
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| Our quarrels and disappointments
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| just get repeated, too
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| Well I’ve packed our bags,
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| I know I should have consulted you
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| But pretending to bargain
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| would have only insulted you
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| So do just as I say, we’ll go away today
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| The fire still burns whatever you may claim
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| Let’s be young again, if only for the weekend
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| Let’s be fools again, let’s fall in at the deep end
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| Let’s do once more
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| All those things we did before
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| The summer we crossed Europe in the rain
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| Remember that hotel, the crooked balcony door
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| From where we watched the market in the downpour?
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| Sharing warm baguettes, on sunny cathedral steps
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| Dancing the tango while waiting for our train
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| Let’s be young again, if only for the weekend
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| Let’s be fools again, let’s fall in at the deep end
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| Let’s do once more all those things we did before
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| The summer we crossed Europe in the rain |