Where've the passers-by gone, strolling with their noses in the air
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Sweethearts drifting on the wind who don't have Tinder
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Where've the departed gone, the Romeos, the Juliets
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Who, locked in endless embrace, have been dying since 1597
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And the mild spice of lovers' first fights
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The first time we say 'us', the first time we feel we're two
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The broken heartbeats in pathetic sobs
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Where've the out-of-date ones gone, where are the romantics
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The love stories, they've gotta be somewhere
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Tell me it's to catch a woman in tears who's leaving
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That man who's running across the terminal
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I don't wanna believe he's just late
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Where's the smitten student who, for his French teacher
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Writes a sweet note, never thinking she'd correct it
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The thoughts you inspired in me, inspired-e-e-s
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Love agrees with the D.O. and a mistress stays a mistress
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And the blue flowers of the past, where've the angels gone
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Are the Cupids with crumpled wings on orange alert?
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And the blushing suitor with a panicked heart
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Where the hell have the last romantics gone
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The love stories, they've gotta be somewhere
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Tell me it's to catch a woman in tears who's leaving
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That man who's running across the terminal
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I don't wanna believe he's just late
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Where've the flushed cheeks and that stroke symptom gone
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When we feel, despite ourselves, those uncontrollable feelings
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And the Chopin sonata that shut the music off
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And sh*t, in the end, where've the romantics gone
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The love stories, they've gotta be somewhere
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Tell me it's to catch a woman in tears who's leaving
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That man who's running across the terminal
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I don't wanna believe he's just late