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I should have forgotten you long ago |
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But you're in every song, I know |
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Whining and pining is wrong and so |
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On and so forth, of course, of course |
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But no, you can't have a divorce |
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I haven't seen you in ages |
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But it's not as bleak as it seems |
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We still dance on whirling stages |
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In my Busby Berkeley dreams |
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The tears have stained all the pages |
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Of my true romance magazines |
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We still dance in my outrageously |
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Beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams |
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And now you want to leave me for good |
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I refuse to believe, you could |
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You forget we're not made of wood |
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Well darling, you may do your worst |
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Because you'll have to kill me first |
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I haven't seen you in ages |
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But it's not as bleak as it seems |
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We still dance on whirling stages |
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In my Busby Berkeley dreams |
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The tears have stained all the pages |
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Of my true romance magazines |
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We still dance in my outrageously |
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Beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams |
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I haven't seen you in ages |
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But it's not as bleak as it seems |
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We still dance on whirling stages |
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In my Busby Berkeley dreams |
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The tears have stained all the pages |
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Of my true romance magazines |
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We still dance in my outrageously |
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Beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams |
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Do you think it's dangerous |
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To have Busby Berkeley dreams? |
