They're writing songs of love But not for me A lucky star's above But not for me With love to lead the way I've found more clouds are grey Than any Russian play Could guarantee I was a fool to fall and get that way Heigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me I was a fool to fall and get that way Heigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me
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