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Somewhere in this crazy night |
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With all this noise, and all this light |
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I'm out upon the crowded street |
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I play the game and |
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I keep the beat |
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But I'm thinking of you |
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And I remember the summer days |
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Your strength and yet your gentle ways |
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Now I'm back on the crowded street |
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Through the darker days |
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I keep the beat |
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But I'm thinking of you |
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Through all the grey, |
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I see skies of blue |
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I close my eyes cause |
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I'm thinking of you |
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And I pray to god, that what we had, |
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We will have again someday |
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So I telephoned to tell you what |
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I'd hoped you'd like to hear me say |
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I'm thinking of you |