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Strange perfumes. |
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Long lost rooms. |
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That blue day came and it stayed a |
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II nightBlue morning. |
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Blue midnight. |
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The city fell and then you were gone. |
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What is love but a robin's song? |
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Ooo these days. |
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These endless blue days. |
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They're perfect in their own way. |
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Perfect in their own way. |
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Ooo those days that come too soon. |
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Strange perfumes. |
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Long lost rooms. |
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They're perfect in their own way. |
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Perfect in their own way. |
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Where does love go when love is gone? |
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To what war-torn city? |
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Ooo those blue days that stayed too long. |
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What is love but a robin's song? |
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Ooo these days. |
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These endless blue days. |
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They're perfect in their own way. |
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Perfect in their own way. |
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Where does love go when love is gone? |
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To what war-torn city? |
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Ooo those blue days that stayed too long. |
