| The last four years have gone like that,
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| a summer evening in the park,
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| I can’t remember getting any sleep.
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| And all the while we said our lines
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| plus, now and then, some polite remarks.
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| We made a show of never speaking our minds
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| But finally it’s like the dream is done, compliments have come and gone,
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| you never got to know me very well.
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| You are always so intent
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| on finding names to amazing games
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| you will not play.
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| How am I supposed to dance
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| if you keep your hands all over me?
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| How am I supposed to stand
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| if you bend yourself so low?
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| You move like a ghost
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| feeling for a virgin vein.
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| But god, you smell of early springs
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| and your skin shows through your dress.
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| You move exactly like a ghost
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| trapped inside a subway train.
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| But god, your teeth show when you smile
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| as my focus fades.
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| How am I supposed to dance
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| if you keep your hands all over me?
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| How am I supposed to stand
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| if you bend yourself so low?
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| Now spare me of your touch.
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| You used to have a heart of gold,
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| did you lose it at the war
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| or did you just give it up?
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| Walk along love of mine,
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| no one here knows your name.
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| Walk along, gentle child,
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| go your way.
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| How am I supposed to dance
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| if you keep your hands all over me?
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| How am I supposed to stand
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| if you bend yourself so low? |