You used to write me letters
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You'd send me records in the post
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Like 'Born To Run', by Springsteen
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You knew the songs I love the most
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But with the sweetest sorrow
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Told you some things just won't last
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For you and I are passed our dancing days
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I said it's not your fault, I lied
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and I don't have time to watch you cry
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And I'm thinking Romeo must die, ai, ai, ai, ai
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I tried to treat you gently
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I said I'd always be your friend
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But now your hands are empty
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You don't know how to let this end
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So with the sweetest sorrow
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Let me spell it out for you
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For you and I are passed our dancing days
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I said it's not your fault, I lied
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I don't have time to watch you cry
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And I'm thinking Romeo must die, ai, ai, ai, ai
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Did you think I wouldn't notice
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As if I wouldn't pass an eye
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Did you think that you could hide it
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All of your violent delights
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[x2]
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I said it's not your fault, I lied
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I don't have time to watch you cry
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And I'm thinking Romeo must die, ai, ai, ai, ai
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[x2]
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Romeo Must Die
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| Gabrielle Aplin |
