Time is the healer, time was on my hands
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The bus stopped at Tiffany's
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So I went to hear the band
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I saw Cinderella, then the curtain dropped
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Time hung heavy on my hands but today
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The clock just stopped
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I heard the music saw those pictures on the wall
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I fell in love with Tiffany's I thought it said it all
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Soothed by your saxophones I thought you'd understand
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I'd love to sing my songs for you but I don't know if I can
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Said don't know if I can, don't know if I can
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Midnight is striking there's a pumpkin by the door
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It's five o'clock and the streets are clear am I alone once more ?
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I watched the dawn in an electric storm my compass blew haywire
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There she stands with a slipper in her hand
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And her eyes were the colour of fire
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I saw you crying from that doorway for sometime
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It's no use drying your eyes 'cos I see those tell tale signs
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I saw you crying from that doorway for sometime
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It's no use drying your eyes 'cos I see those tell tale signs
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I see those tell tale signs, I see those tell tale signs
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Time is no healer in truth she plays no part
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When money's got you in your pocket where can she put your heart ?
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She led a charmed life so I believe
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Before she left she wrote a note and this is how it reads
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I saw you crying from that doorway for sometime
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It's no use drying your eyes 'cos I see those tell tale signs
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I saw you crying from that doorway for sometime
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It's no use drying your eyes 'cos I see those tell tale signs
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I see those tell tale signs, I see those tell tale signs
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Tiffanys
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