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Love is like a never-ending melody, |
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Poets have compared it to a symphony, |
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A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon, |
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But our song of love is slightly out of tune. |
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Once your kisses raised me to a fever pitch, |
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Now the orchestration doesn't seem so rich, |
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Seems to me you've changed the tune we used to sing, |
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Like the bossa nova, love should swing. |
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*We used to harmonize two souls in perfect time, |
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Now the song is diff'rent and the words don't even rhyme, |
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'Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon, |
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And so what good's a heart that's slightly out of tune? |
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**Tune your heart to me the way it used to be, |
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Join with me in harmony and sing a song of loving. |
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We're bound to get in tune again before too long, |
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There'll be no desafinado When your heart belongs to me completely, |
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So you won't be slightly out of tune, You'll sing along with me. |
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You'll sing along with me. |
