| Remember that New Year’s Eve
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| We were frightened by a firework?
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| You could not believe the fuss I made
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| I should have laughed it off
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| I should have left it lying
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| I did not receive much sympathy
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| Remember that we were poor
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| Though so young as not to notice
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| We could ill-afford to paint the town
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| You had your father’s charm
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| And thus your mother’s Volvo
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| It wasn’t long before you drove me home
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| It took until October
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| To win you over
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| Remember that New Year’s Eve
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| We were frightened by a firework?
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| When I’d watched you leave, the fuss I made
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| I made myself calm down
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| And I made myself a promise:
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| I would not conceive of taking no for an answer
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| Though you kept me guessing and your distance
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| Were it not for my persistence
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| We would never have been lovers
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| You kept your distance and me guessing
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| Finally acquiescing only after I’d discovered
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| You kept the things I sent you
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| The lengths I went to
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| Great lengths… |