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The two of us we'd run down to the water tower |
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We jump in and cool down for maybe half an hour |
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Then make warm love among the wild spring flowers. |
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It's so good to see you, never thought I should |
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We seemed so very happy, I probably felt too much |
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You just appeared to vanish, did we lose that common touch ? |
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We'll talk about it later if we can |
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But oh, what's that you say ? |
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You've got some other plans. |
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The clouds would assemble, we'd scramble to our feet |
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The sky burst down, we'd laugh before we'd speak |
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Then kiss off the rain from one another's cheek. |
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Oh dreamer, oh dreamer, the memories flooding back |
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And here I am again imprisoned in the past |
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You loved me for a weekend, I pictured it to last. |
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We'll talk about it later if we can |
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But oh, what's that you say ? |
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You've got some other plans. |
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Oh, that common touch, oh ... |
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Oh, that common touch, oh |
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Oh, that common touch, oh ... |
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Oh, that common touch, oh. |
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That gentle Sunday morning and lonely chapel bell |
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Kept ringing without warning until the evening fell |
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It never really woke us just added to the spell. |
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We'll talk about it later if we can |
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But oh, what's that you say ? |
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You've got some other plans. |
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Oh, that common touch, ... |
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Oh, that common touch, oh |
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Oh, that common touch, oh oh |
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Oh, oh ... |
