Do some people wind up with the one that they adore
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in a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for
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the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high?
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Hello partner, kiss your name bye-bye
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ooh sometimes...
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romantic piscean seeks angel in disguise
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chinese-speaking girlfriend big brown eyes
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liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male
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hello partner, tell me love can't fail
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& it's you and me in the summertime
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we'll be hand in hand down in the park
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with a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye
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& all the sunshine banishes the dark
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do some people wind up with the one that they abhor
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in a distant hell-hole room, the third world war
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but all I see is films where colourless despair
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meant angry young men with immaculate hair
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ooh sometimes...
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Get up a voice inside says there's no time for looking down
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only a pound a word & you're talking to the town
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but how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart
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just to touch a lonely heart
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& it's you & me in the summertime
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we'll be hand and hand down in the park
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with a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye
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& all the sunshine banishes the dark
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& it's you I need in the summertime
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as I turn my white skin red
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two peas from the same pod yes we are
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or have I read too much fiction?
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Is this how it happens?
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How does it happen?
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Is this how it happens?
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Now, right now
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summertime
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