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Somewhere along the line
You met this heart of mine
You wooed it and won it
Now you would shun it
Over a glass of wine

Friends knew it all the time
That no wedding bells would chime
I was just a young dreamer, no match for a schemer
Yours 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 with star dust in my eyes

You’re like gambler with his last dime
I know you will try it one more time
That’s why I pray like Napoleon Bonaparte
You’ll meet your Waterloo somewhere along the line
Somewhere along the line

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