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These are the sounds of the town where you were born |
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Where you grew up, where you were married |
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Where you'll probably die |
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That's the way we do things they will tell you |
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When you want to know why |
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Church bells ring at odd hours |
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But dinner's always ready at 8 |
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And the jasmine floats in from the mountains to our window |
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And it's never too late |
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For love, love |
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Maybe I've been fighting for the wrong things all along |
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You know it always seems I come to just about everything late |
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But you bring me flowers in the morning and |
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I know it's worth the wait |
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Church bells ring at odd hours |
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But dinner's always ready at 8 |
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And the jasmine floats in from the mountains to our window |
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And it's never too late |
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For love, love |
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'Cuz these are the sounds this is the town |
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You are the man |
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This is the only place I've ever found where I can stand still |
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And all I need is you here with me and I know I always will |
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Love, love, love |
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You |
