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We stood in the windy city |
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The gypsy boy and I |
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We slept on the breeze in the midnight |
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With the rain droppin' tears in our eyes |
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And who's going to be the one |
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To say it was no good what we done? |
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I dare a man to say I'm too young |
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For I'm going to try for the sun |
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We huddled in a derelict building |
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And when he thought I was asleep |
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He lay his poor coat 'round my shoulder |
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And shivered there beside me in a heap |
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And who's going to be the one |
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To say it was no good what we done? |
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I dare a man to say I'm too young |
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For I'm going to try for the sun |
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We sang and cracked the sky with laughter |
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Our breath turned to mist in the cold |
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Our years put together count to thirty |
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But our eyes told the dawn that we were old |
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And who's going to be the one |
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To say it was no good what we done? |
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I dare a man to say I'm too young |
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For I'm going to try for the sun |
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Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky |
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Won't you look down what's happening here below? |
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I stand here singing to the flowers |
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So very few people really know |
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And who's going to be the one |
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To say it was no good what we done? |
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I dare a man to say I'm too young |
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For I'm going to try for the sun |
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We stood in the windy city |
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The gypsy boy and I |
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We slept on the breeze in the midnight |
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With the rain droppin' tears in our eyes |
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And who's going to be the one |
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To say it was no good what we done? |
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I dare a man to say I'm too young |
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For I'm going to try for the sun |
