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Arm in arm on the boulevard |
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Speaking the language that only we know |
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I'll brush an eyelash from your cheek |
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I know they'll write books about you |
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And oh! the crowds and the joyful faces |
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These people are just backdrop to us |
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You and I don't even think like they do |
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You and I we're like a different species |
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Like Romeo and Juliet |
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In a bunker, shot through the head |
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Everything will be beautiful |
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Everything will be beautiful |
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Affairs of state and of the heart |
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I love it when you speak so passionately |
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We understand how music works |
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You understand what you mean to me |
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And oh! the indescribable beauty |
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Of a million hands raised to salute you |
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Like poppies lean when winds caress them |
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Cut flowers pressed to solemn duty |
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Like Romeo and Juliet |
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In a bunker, shot through the head |
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Everything will be beautiful |
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Everything will be beautiful |
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This epoch, this century, |
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These people and this infamy |
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Where once there was a single summer |
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That never seemed to turn. |