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Last night I fell in love without you. |
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I waved goodbye to that heart of mine |
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Beating solo on your lawn |
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Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise |
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In memory of what we used to call in love |
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And only time will tell if violins will swell |
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In memory of what we used to call in love |
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Used to call it love |
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Last night I fell in love without you |
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The coup de grace that set me off |
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Would've made for decent fiction |
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Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise |
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In memory of what we used to call in love |
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And only time will tell if violins will swell |
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In memory of what we used to call in love |
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Used to call it... |
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Last night I fell in love without you |
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The stars at night aren't as big and bright |
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As you make them out to be |
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Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise |
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In memory of what we used to call in love |
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And only time will tell if violins will swell |
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In memory of what we used to call in love |
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In memory of when we used to call it love |
