A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
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An airline ticket to romantic places
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And still my heart has wings
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These foolish things remind me of you
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A tinkling piano in the next apartment
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Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
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A fairground's painted swings
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These foolish things remind me of you
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You came, you saw, you conquered me
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When you did that to me
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I knew somehow this had to be
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The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
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A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings
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These foolish things remind me of you
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How strange, how sweet, to find you still
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These things are dear to me
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They seem to bring you near to me
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The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
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Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
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Oh, how the ghost of you clings
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These foolish things remind me of you
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These Foolish Things
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| Rick Astley |
