| I try to speak, tongue-tied and weak
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| Each time I try to start
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| Any fool with eyes could see
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| Any fool with ears could hear
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| My love for you is oh, so clear
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| To any fool with a heart
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| I try to flirt, lipstick and skirts
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| But I don’t know the art
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| Any fool with eyes could see
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| Any fool with ears could hear
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| My love for you is oh, so clear
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| To any fool with a heart
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| You can’t see the forest for the trees
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| Hear the rhythm pounding in my veins
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| Pum-pum, like a drum
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| The oldest love song plays
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| I just can’t take this hurt, this ache
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| Each day that we’re apart
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| Any fool with eyes could see
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| Any fool with ears could hear
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| My love for you is oh, so clear
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| To any fool with a heart
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| You can’t see the forest for the trees
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| Or hear the rhythm pounding in my veins
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| Pum-pum, like a drum
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| The oldest love song plays
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| She touched your sleeve, you turn to leave
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| I wave while you depart
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| Any fool with eyes could see
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| Any fool with ears could hear
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| Your love for her is oh, so clear
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| To any fool with a heart
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| Your love for her is oh, so clear
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| To any fool with a heart |