Minute you wake from a bad day dream,
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alone, as the bird play dawn.
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A little chink from a reverie,
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it pulls at my blue, blue heart.
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CHORUS
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Ooh la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
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So you said you were leaving but
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I don't feel a thing at all,
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Til the ghost of your memory
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beats drums down every hall
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CHORUS
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Find us down on memory street.
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How long since you've been gone? (Already gone)
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Like some forgotten dream,
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pinned to my blue, blue heart (Already gone).
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Something quite extraordinary
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I don't feel a thing at all.
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People come for miles to see the girl
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with the blue, blue heart.
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CHORUS
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Find us down on memory street.
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How long since you've been gone? (Already gone)
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Like some forgotten dream,
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pinned to my blue, blue heart (Already gone).
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If I loved you endlessly how could we be wrong?
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Where did we go wrong?
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INSTRUMENTAL
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Something quite extraordinary
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my soul jumped to a start.
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Blood to the extremeties
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runs cold from my blue, blue heart.
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CHORUS
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(Already gone)
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(Already gone)
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If I loved you endlessly how could we be wrong?
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Where did we go wrong?
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Blue Blue Heart
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| Bic Runga(ºò ·î¾Æ) |
