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They call it vanity because I'd rather be |
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All by myself instead of laughing with the crowd |
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If I don't care to be part of their gaiety |
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They often say to me, "Don't be so proud" |
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But how are they to know |
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I'm looking high and low |
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For love that used to be my own |
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I never even glance |
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When I'm offered new romance |
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I can't because I'm yours alone |
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Till you forgive again |
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I'll never live again |
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So will it be as long as we are far apart |
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It may be vanity to think you'll come to me |
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But is it vanity to hide a broken heart |
