| A top flat in bayswater, Rebecca would be doing my hair
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| We had so much fun she sang all of the words to my song
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| As it played on the player
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| She’d give me her bed for the night, she would feed me and clothe me and such
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| I’d laugh and say, when the light hits that way
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| You remind me of Shirley Maclaine
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| When will I see you again
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| When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
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| I try and try but I can’t help missing you
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| I wonder where you are now
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| We had us a dream back then, when we got back the things that were stole
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| We’d have an old fashioned party, an orchestra, long gowns
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| And we’d be the belles of the ball
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| And we’d dance to the emperor’s waltz, beacuse that was her favourite song
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| I’d laugh and say, when the light hits that way
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| You remind me of Shirley Maclaine
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| When will I see you again
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| When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
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| I try and try but I can’t help missing you
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| I wonder where you are now
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| Are you an angel, have you been reborn?
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| Did you find your buddha, was it worth all the toil?
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| I write this 'cause I miss you and
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| There’s nothing more I can do
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| When will I see you again
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| When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
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| I try and try but I can’t help missing you
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| I wonder where you are now
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| Now the top flat is empty, but our rare old times call from the walls
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| And I hope that wherever you are you’re alright
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| And I’ll still have our ball
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| And we’ll dance to the emperor’s waltz because that was your favourite tune
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| I’d laugh and say, when the light hits that way
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| You remind me of Shirley Maclaine
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| When will I see you again
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| When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
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| I try and try but I can’t help missing you
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| I wonder where you are now |