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Lovers leave their traces
Like jets across the sky
They find in all these faces
Lines they recognize
My keepsakes have their places
At the back of a drawer or slip between pages
And stuck on a shelf
But I'm still in love, I'm still in love
I'm still in love with nothing but myself
Yes, sometimes I remember
The way they signed their names
And always in December
I feel some kind of shame
The heart it stays so tender
I reminisce like a hangman
Wishing his prisoners well
But I'm still in love, I'm still in love
I'm still in love with nothing but myself
And I know them all these ages
And I know all the stories so well
And I know we'll see their faces in hell
So wipe away their traces
Blow the dust off from the shelf
'Cause I'm still in love, I'm still in love
I'm still in love with nothing but myself
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