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Long ago, and, oh, so far away |
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I fell in love with you before the second show. |
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Your guitar, and you sound so sweet and clear, |
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But you're not really here. |
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It's just the radio. |
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Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby? |
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You said you'd be coming back this way again. baby |
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Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby. |
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I love you, I really do. |
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Loneliness is such a sad affair, |
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I can't hardly wait, to be with you again. |
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What to say, to make you come again? |
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Make you come back again |
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And play your sad guitar |
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Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby? |
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You said you'd be coming back this way again, baby |
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Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby. |
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I love you, I really do |
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Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby? |
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You said you'd be coming back this way again, baby |
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Baby, baby, baby, baby........ |
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I love you, I really do. |
