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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 faded 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 that this had to be
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The winds of 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
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Other Version
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These Foolish Things
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Benny Goodman
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(Marvell/Strachey/Link)
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(Brian Ferry, 1973)
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oh will you never let me be
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oh will you never set me free
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the ties that bound us
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are still around us
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there's no escape that I can see
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and still those little things remain
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that bring me happiness or pain
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a cigarette that bears a lipsticks 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
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remind me of you
|
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a tinkling piano in the next apartment
|
those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
|
a fairgrounds painted swings
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these foolish things
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remind me of you
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you came
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you saw
|
you conquered me
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when you did that to me I somehow knew that this had to be
|
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the winds of March that make my heart a dancer
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a telephone that rings but who's to answer
|
oh how the ghost of you clings
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these foolish things
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remind me of you
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gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow
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wild strawberries only 7 francs a kilo
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and still my heart has wings
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these foolish things
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remind me of you
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I know
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that this
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was bound to be
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these things have haunted me for you=B9ve entirely enchanted me
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the sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
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silk stockings thrown aside and sin-vitations
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oh how the ghost of you clings
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these foolish things
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remind me of you
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the smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
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the waiters whistling as the last bar closes
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the song that Crosby sings
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these foolish things
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remind me of you
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how strange
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how sweet
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to find you still
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these things are dear to me that seem to bring you so near to me
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the scent of smoking leaves the wail of steamers
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two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
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oh how the ghost of you clings
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these foolish things
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remind me of you
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just you...
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These Foolish Things
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| Benny Goodman |
