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They're writing songs of love, but not for me.A lucky star's above, but not for me.With love to lead the wayI've found more clouds of greyThan any Russian play could guarantee.I was a fool to fall and get that way.Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss,I guess she's not for me.I was a fool to fall and get that way.Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss,I guess she's not for me. From Letras Mania