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The three years that I loved you, |
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Were the best years, oh, the early days. |
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Yes, those early days, when I hung around, |
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Followed you around, tryin' to catch the sound, |
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Of your warm voice come through my radio. |
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I went to the nightclubs, and the studios. |
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And somehow I knew, I would make it so. |
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And you would love me in the sweetest way. |
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One night you let me pick you up, nice an' easy. |
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I knew the time had come that you would love me some. |
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Soon our days and nights were busy. |
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These were the crazy years, songs, cigarettes and tears. |
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And I never thought much about it. |
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How it all might change some day. |
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I just let myself feel good about you, |
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Way back in the early years. |
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Those early years, some heady days, |
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They rolled from one into another, then walked away. |
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I was so naive, but I felt so strong, |
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Way back in the early years. |
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We took a drive on a windy day. |
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We watched the seagulls glide, we saw the weather change. |
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But sometimes, I feel, the coldest chill I got, |
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Was the look upon your face across the parking lot. |
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And your sweet voice, I still remember. |
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But not the words I heard you say. |
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We never made it through December, |
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At the end of the early years. |
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Those early years, some heady days, |
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They rolled from one into another, then walked away. |
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I was so naive, but I felt so strong, |
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Way back in the early years. |
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Way back in the early years. |
