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She fell in love with my singing |
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She knew the bells started ringing |
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She thought there was only her there |
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But, me, I just live for the clapping |
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A hand delivery of an invite to my premiere |
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When he fell in love, I was acting |
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I sent her flowers, asked her to marry me |
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But all I heard was their clapping |
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Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window |
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He croons and moans like he's hurting |
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She cries so well |
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He croons and moans, just croons and moans |
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Now, I never thought (i had no idea) she needed direction |
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And he was at the mercy of his writers |
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For the songs I needed (for me) to touch her |
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Those sad, sad songs to make me happy |
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Now she cries with a cigarrette at the window |
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He croons and moans like he's hurting |
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She cries so well |
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He croons and moans, just croons and moans |
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We re-enact the love scenes from her/my movies |
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But I never thought, but she uses a stand-in |
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His voice is croakier every day now |
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And she cries so well |
