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A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces |
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An airline ticket to romantic places |
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And still my heart has wings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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A tinkling piano in the next apartment |
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Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant |
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A fairground's painted swings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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You came, you saw, you conquered me |
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When you did that to me |
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I knew somehow this had to be |
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The winds of |
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March that make my heart a dancer |
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A telephone that rings but who's to answer? |
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
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How strange, how sweet, to find you still |
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These things are dear to me |
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They seem to bring you near to me |
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The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations |
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Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations |
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings |
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These foolish things remind me of you |
