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I saw you standing in the sycamore shade, |
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bending promises your mother made |
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writing letters on a wooden fence, |
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I know you're keeping it in confidence |
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singing ooh, Abigail don't be long |
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ooh, Abigail don't be long |
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You know the pen you're holding in your hand? |
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It's like the summer for a freezing man |
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Abigail, when am I gonna learn? |
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The empty pages will never make the fire burn, |
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singing ooh, Abigail don't be long |
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ooh, Abigail don't be long |
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ooh.. |
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Singing ooh, Abigail don't be long |
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ooh, Abigail don't be long |
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I know you never liked the London rain, |
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you'd trade the tower for a weather vane, |
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but Abigail, now won't you stay a spell? |
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You've got me praying at your wishing well, |
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singing ooh, Abigail don't be long, |
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ooh, Abigail don't be long |
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ooh, Abigail don't be, |
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ooh, Abigail don't be, |
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ooh, Abigail don't be long |
