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I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn |
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An open top one if it's warm |
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And if the flowers are in bloom |
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I'll lose myself to you |
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I'll be whistling down a street |
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You'll hear our footsteps start to meet |
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Then the craziness begins |
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An' like chalk and cheese |
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We'll shoot the breeze |
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Heading up west |
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In an open top deck |
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Trying to remember just what for |
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Then we'll talk for hours and hours |
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About nothing much at all |
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With your long hair falling down |
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In curl after curl |
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And i too shy to ask |
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What i really want to do |
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Racked, with my own self doubt |
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I stumble and fall |
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Like a fool in love |
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My mind in the air |
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Heaven knows where |
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Yeh, heading up west |
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In an open top deck |
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Trying to remember just what for |
