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Walking alone beneath the lights of that miracle mile, |
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Me and Mary making our way into the night, |
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You can hear the cries from the carnival rides, |
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The pinball bills, skee ball slides, |
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Watching the summer sun fall out of sight, |
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There's a warm wind coming in from off of the ocean |
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Making it's way past the hotel walls to fill the streets |
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Mary is holding both of her shoes in her hands |
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Said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet |
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And in the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland |
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine |
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And I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine |
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There's a local band playing at the sea side pavilion |
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And I got just enough cash to get us in |
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And as we are dancing Mary's wrapping her arms around me |
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And I can feel the sting of summer on my skin |
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In the midst of the music I tell her I love her, |
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We both laugh cause we know it isn't true |
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But Mary there's a summer drawing to an end tonight |
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And there's so much that I long to do to you |
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But in the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland |
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine |
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And I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine |
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Ooooooooo... |
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And in the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland |
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine |
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And I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine |
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Mary I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine |
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Ooooooooooo... ooooooooooooooo... |
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... And in the morning I'm leaving, making my way back to Cleveland |
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine |
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Hey, I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine |
