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These foolish things remind me of you, the wail of steamers
The scent of smoldering leaves, a cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces
These things are dear to me, the song that crosby sings
Lingering on a pillow, these foolish things, wild strawberries
Two lovers on the street, at empty stations
Gardenia perfume, paroles de la chanson these foolish things
Remind me of you, these foolish things
The park at evening, these foolish things
These foolish things, the waiters whistling Young, an airline ticket to romantic places
dance invitations
The wail of steamers, the wail of steamers, i knew somehow this had to be
These foolish things, dance invitations Things, first daffodils
Remind me of you, a fairground s painted swings
remind me of you
And the scent of roses, a telephone that rings but who s to answer
The smile of garbo, two lovers on the street Young, these foolish things
As the last bar closes, paroles de la chanson these foolish things
These foolish things, remind me of you These, these foolish things
Remind me of you, how the ghost of you clings
A telephone that rings but who s to answer, gardenia perfume, lingering on a pillow
The sigh of midnight trains, these things are dear to me, and still my heart has wings
These foolish things, who walk like dreamers
when the bell has sounded
To find you still, these foolish things
the song that crosby sings
To find you still, lingering on a pillow
Oh how the ghost of you clings, the sigh of midnight trains
A cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces, these foolish things remind me of you, how the ghost of you clings
these foolish things
And still my heart has wings, these foolish things
The song that crosby sings, only seven francs a kilo, the pier in france
And the scent of roses, as the last bar closes
How the ghost of you clings, the park at evening, those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant
to find you still
and still my heart has wings
and still my heart has wings
a cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces
I knew somehow this had to be, they seem to bring you near to me
These foolish things, a telephone that rings but who s to answer Foolish, these things are dear to me
When you did that to me, these foolish things, these foolish things
a telephone that rings but who s to answer
remind me of you