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Champagne glasses, |
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Filled with ether, |
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Beneath a speaker, |
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Whistling a tune I'll soon forget, |
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And I can't remember your name either. |
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Well, well, I guess that's life, |
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You can't pick out the pieces that you don't like. |
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(x2) |
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Champagne glasses, |
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Filled with ether, |
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Below a muffled speaker, |
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Whistling a tune I'll soon forget, |
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And I can't remember your name either. |
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Your reverie, |
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I let it get to me, |
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You are a missing silhouette, |
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Walking down the street, |
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And I can't remember your name either. |
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Well, well, I guess that's life, |
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You can't pick out the pieces that you don't like. |
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(x4) |
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When I asked you to dance, |
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You said you'd waltz with me, |
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And I learned how to waltz, |
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So you wouldn't leave. |
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(x2) |
