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I walked around for hours |
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In the pouring rain |
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I never thought I'd get used to this pain |
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My feet are hurting |
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But inside I'm calm and clear |
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Oh how I want you to be near |
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This part of town reminds me |
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Of sunny afternoons |
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My favorite tin pan alley tunes |
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Your eyes so shiny |
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The sunlight on your skin |
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Imagine how grand it would have been |
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It could have been more than a sily fling |
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I would have bought you flowers anything |
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But you just called me up |
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And called things off |
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That's not my interpretation of love |
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My friends all told me that |
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You're not the one for me |
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But I fell in love so foolishly |
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My heart kept skipping |
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When we used to kiss |
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I never knew this could exist |
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This part of town will always |
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Be a part of you and me |
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Those summer nights in '93 |
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Just lingered on my lips |
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Imagine how grand it could have been |
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I don't believe in fairy tails |
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Or romance novels, dear |
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But all those things I used to say were |
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Honest and sincere |
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So let's bring out the gospel choir |
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And cue the violins |
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'Cause that's how grand |
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It could have been |
