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You want to know why I hate you?
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Well I'll try and explain
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You remember that day in Paris
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When we wandered through the rain
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And promised to each other
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That we'd always think the same
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And dreamed that dream
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To be two souls as one
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And stopped just as the sun set
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And waited for the night
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Outside a glittering building
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Of glittering glass and burning light
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And in the road before us
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Stood a weary greyish man
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Who held a child upon his back
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A small boy by the hand
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The three of them were dressed in rags
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And thinner than the air
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And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
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The father's eyes said "Beautiful!
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How beautiful you are!"
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The boy's eyes said
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"How beautiful!
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She shimmers like a star!"
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The childs eyes uttered nothing
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But a mute and utter joy
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And filled my heart with shame for us
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At the way we are
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I turned to look at you
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To read my thoughts upon your face
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And gazed so deep into your eyes
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So beautiful and strange
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Until you spoke
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And showed me understanding is a dream
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"I hate these people staring
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Make them go away from me!"
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The fathers eyes said "Beautiful!
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How beautiful you are!"
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The boys eyes said
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"How beautiful! She glitters like a star!"
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The child's eyes uttered joy
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And stilled my heart with sadness
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For the way we are
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And this is why I hate you
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And how I understand
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That no-one ever knows or loves another
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Or loves another
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How Beautiful You Are
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| The Cure |
