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They're writing songs of love |
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But not for me. |
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A lucky star's above |
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But not for me. |
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With love to lead the way |
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I've found more skies of gray |
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Than any Russian play |
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Could guarantee. |
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I was a fool to fall |
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And get that way |
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Heigh ho alas and |
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Also lackaday. |
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Although I can't dismiss |
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The memory of his kiss |
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I guess he's not for me. |
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I know that love's a game |
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I'm puzzled all the same |
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Was I the moth or flame |
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I'm all at sea. |
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It all began so well |
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But what an end. |
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This time a gal could sure |
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Use a friend |
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When every happy plot |
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Ends in a marriage knot |
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And there's no knot for me. |