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Somewhere along the line
You met this heart of mine
Would it unwind it?

Now you would shun it over a glass of wine
Friends knew it all the time
That no weeding bells would chime
I was just a young dreamer, no match for a schemer

Your's was a lover's crime
Folks gossiped, they said it was too good to be true
They even bet you'd search for someone new
This pendent world of ours was paradise

And I was blind by the star dust in my eyes
While you like gambler with his last dime
I know you will try it one more time
But I prayed like Napoleon Bonaparte

You'll meet your Waterloo
Somewhere along the line
Somewhere along the line

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