It isn't fair for you to taunt me
How can you make me care this way
It isn't fair for you to want me
If it's just for a day
It isn't fair for you to thrill me
Why do you do the things you do
It isn't fair for you to fill me
With those dreams that can't come true, dear
Why is it that you came into my life
And made it complete
You gave me just a taste of high life
If this is love then I repeat
It isn't fair for you to taunt me
How can you make me care this way
It isn't fair for you to want me
If it's just for today
My darling, it isn't fair
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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