But you might fray after a while
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My fickle heart, it did forget thee
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But still, but still I can remember
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When you went two ways down a one way street
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You danced to rock n' roll with solid feet
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That night, my heart was a highway
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You stepped in with the fan-fare fandangle
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You had the grace of Princess Grace the American Monarch
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That night, my heart was a highway
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We met and had a small affair,
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But I could see the days were numbered,
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But my slumbered, my slumbered heart told me
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That night that you would be a part, a part, or maybe a player
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We met and had a small affair,
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But I could see the days were numbered
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I really thought, that you were it
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That you would feed my hunger, that you would ease me
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But you might fray after a while
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My fickle heart, it did forget thee
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But still, but still, but still I can remember
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When you went two ways down a one way street,
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You danced to rock n' roll with solid feet
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That night, that night, that night
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I really thought that you were it
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That you would feed my hunger, that you would ease me
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But you might fray, after a while
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My fickle heart, it did forget thee
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That Night
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| Rufus Wainwright |
