Arm in arm on the boulevard
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Speaking the language that only we know
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I'll brush an eyelash from your cheek
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I know they'll write books about you
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And oh! the crowds and the joyful faces
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These people are just backdrop to us
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You and I don't even think like they do
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You and I we're like a different species
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Like Romeo and Juliet
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In a bunker, shot through the head
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Everything will be beautiful
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Everything will be beautiful
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Affairs of state and of the heart
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I love it when you speak so passionately
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We understand how music works
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You understand what you mean to me
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And oh! the indescribable beauty
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Of a million hands raised to salute you
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Like poppies lean when winds caress them
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Cut flowers pressed to solemn duty
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Like Romeo and Juliet
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In a bunker, shot through the head
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Everything will be beautiful
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Everything will be beautiful
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This epoch, this century,
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These people and this infamy
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Where once there was a single summer
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That never seemed to turn.
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Unity Mitford
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The Indelicates |