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A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces |
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An airline ticket to romantic places |
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Still my heart has wings |
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These foolish things remind me of you. |
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A tinkling piano in the next apartment |
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Those stumblin'words |
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That told you what my heart meant |
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A fair ground painted swings |
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These foolish things remind me of you. |
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You came, you saw, you conquered me |
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When you did that to me |
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I knew somehow this had to be |
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Win the marks |
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And make my heart a dancer |
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A telephone that rings |
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But who's to answer |
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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The first daffodil and long excited cables, |
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And candle lights on little corner tables, |
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And still my heart has wings... |
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These foolish things remind me of you. |
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The park at evening when the bell has sounded, |
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The 'ile-de-france' with all the gulls around it, |
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The beauty that is spring's... |
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These foolish things remind me of you. |
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How strange, how sweetTo find you still, |
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These things are dear to me, |
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They seem to bring you near to me. |
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The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations, |
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Silk stockings tossed aside, dance invitations. |
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings! |
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These foolish things remind me of you... |
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These foolish things remind me of you. |
