| In an old silver line
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| I was yours, you were mine
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| I was hoarse, you were mean
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| We designed drum machines
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| But every day in every way
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| I’m falling out of love with you
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| Every kiss means less and less
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| I’m falling out of love with you
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| Every hour kills a flower
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| I’m falling out of love with you
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| You just bore me more and more
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| I’m falling out of love with you
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| They made sounds much like drums
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| I was young you were dumb
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| Now you’re older and I’m wiser
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| We design synthesizers
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| But every day in every way
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| I’m falling out of love with you
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| Every kiss means less and less
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| I’m falling out of love with you
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| Every hour kills a flower
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| I’m falling out of love with you
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| You just bore me more and more
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| I’m falling out of love with you |