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These Foolish Things - Hutch
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you
What my heart meant
A fairgrounds painted swing
These foolish things remind me of you
Came you saw you conquered me
When you did that to me
And somehow old inbred had to be
The winds of March that made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings and who's to answer
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
Sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
