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Somebody is whispering |
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Tongues are a-twisting |
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My eyes are glistening |
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Say hello to your debutante |
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And say bye-bye to true love |
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I heard your bugle playing |
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The sweetest music to my ears |
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I'm not afraid of saying |
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I'm close to tears |
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We'll run away |
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And I'll always believe |
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Until my dying day |
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My dying day |
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I say I'm not sorry |
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To cast you off, discourteously |
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When you talk so realistically |
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The thrill of love |
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Is gone for me |
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I heard your bugle playing |
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The sweetest music to my ears |
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I'm not afraid of saying |
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I'm close to tears |
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We'll run away |
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And I'll always believe |
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Until my dying day |
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My dying day |
