| When I was young but so high
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| I love Marie
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| I was a prince and she my princess
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| Mm, I love Marie
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| And when she cried I tried to ease the tears away
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| So many times I can’t remember
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| And always I know, tomorrow knows the same
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| That I love Marie
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| Arm in arm we’d go walking
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| I love Marie
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| Everyone would know by looking in my eyes
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| I love Marie
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| They’d say how good we looked when we were side by side
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| Though I agree, I did not answer
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| And always I know, tomorrow knows the same
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| That I… lo-o-ve Marie
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| The other day I saw walking
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| I love Marie
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| She didn’t recognize me, couldn’t place my face
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| I love Marie
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| Now all my friends keep saying she’s the not-know good
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| They say that I should just forget her
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| But I always I know, tomorrow knows the same
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| That I… lo-o-o-ove… Marie
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| I… I’d still love her… Marie
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| O-o-h, yeah, yeah
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| Oh, she know I love Marie
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| And though she’s the not-know good
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| Oh, she knows I love Marie
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| Da na na na… |