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A whistler on the subway |
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Remind me that tune |
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I heard the first time |
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Around that time I feel in love with you |
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A picture in the paper |
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Of buildings in that town |
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where we spend our heathen honeymoon |
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and tears come running down |
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Singnalling what I have been denying for too long |
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I have not and I will never move on |
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The books of the 1920's |
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Of lovers torn by war |
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Engages, moves, and touches me |
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telling me I () |
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Never was I drafted |
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I chose that for myself |
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As you went on to find love with many other men |
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And it is only now that I begin to understand |
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what I carelessly let slip out of my hand |
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I thought I could find another you |
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but there's only one |
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and I only dare to tell you this in song |
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I have not and I will |
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never move on |
