I don't know what to do;
I've got no place to go,
On the day I lost my sweet
Sapphire.
My precious gem's a dust:
There's nothing left to trust
On the days I met sweet Sapphire.
I saw her running round;
Sweet liar.
And I ran the garden of
Sweet flyer.
I did just what I could,
So tired.
I threw my keys away
With no desire.
Clear blue;
Too true.
I don't know what to do;
I've got no place to go
On the days I met sweet Sapphire.
My precious gem's a dust;
There's nothing left to trust
On the days I met sweet Sapphire.
I've got no place to go;
I don't know what to do.
Ooh, the dreams about Sapphire.
I don't know what to do;
I've got nowhere to go.
I've got no place to show
without Sapphire.
My precious gem's a dust;
There's nothing left to trust
Since the day I lost my sweet
Sapphire.
There's nothing I can trust;
My precious gem's a dust.
O, the day I lost sweet Sapphire.
I don't know what to do;
I don't know where to go
On the day I lost my sweet
Sapphire.
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