He loses himself in the boxscores
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She can't decide what to wear
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There will be no realization today
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And she'll carry out her affair
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She dreams frequent and vividly
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He has no dreams at all
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She describes them to him every mornin'
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As he complains about the mileage of his car
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They have no children to speak of
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And don't own their colonial home
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The color TV lulls one of them to sleep
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While the other changes stations alone
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Hand in hand I lost her hand and cried the tears
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Lovers understand
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They could not afford a real honeymoon
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So they strolled hand in hand in the Square
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She does the same with the guy at the office
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He likes the color of her hair
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He's quiet and tired a lot lately
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He sets goals and doesn't follow through
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He stares at her picture on the fireplace
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And whispers a prayer to the room
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"There are no mistakes," he says, shrugging off,
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"We just did what we had to do
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I don't think that I could get angry again
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At least not like I did in my youth
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Hand in hand I lost her hand and cried the tears
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Lovers understand."
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Sur le quai son mouchoir (On the platform, her hankerchief)
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S'enfuit deja (already disappears)
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Sous le jour qui s'allonge (in the day that stretches)
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S'estompe a l'horizon (fades at the horizon)
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Lovers Understand
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
