There they are
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Smiling so wide
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Like there's nothing to lose
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And nothing to hide
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They look forward with innocence
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She is his bride
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The future's a radiant blur
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So I wonder whatever became of him
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Whatever became of her?
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A little boutique
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On the Upper East Side
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Picture a couple so dignified
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Two hat boxes fall
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And feathers collide
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Darling tell me
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Which one do you prefer?
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Well I wonder whatever became of him
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Whatever became of her?
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Everything breaks
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Except the broken plates
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Everything gets stolen
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Except the things
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You don't want anyway
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The things you don't want anyway
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She played the piano
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And he used to smoke
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She used to slap her own thigh
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When he made a joke
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He started her heart
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Whenever he spoke
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His own turning cold, like a bird
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Well I wonder whatever became of him
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Whatever became of her?
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I want to say, "No, go back, resist
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Don't step out of the photograph
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Don't hurt yourselves
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Stay innocent
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Don't hurt yourselves"
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Two shadows playing
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Across the lawn
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Is it tomorrow's twilight
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Or yesterday's dawn?
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You can hardly make out
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What they've got on
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But they're mighty in love, you'll agree
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So I wonder whatever became of him
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Whatever became of me?
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Whatever Became Of Her
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| Carly Simon |
