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It hurts him to go
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For never had a woman
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Before he met me
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No, never
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Had a woman before me
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So stirred
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His heart
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My God, it's roll call
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I'll be late
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He panics
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Off he runs
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That's what he calls
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Love
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You don't believe I love you
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Of course not
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Then listen to me
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I don't want to
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Listen to me
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you'll be late
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I insist, Carmen
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You will listen
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The flower you threw at me
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I kept with me in prison
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Though it was withered and dry
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It still retained