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somewhere someone's sleeping |
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somewhere someone's weeping |
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somewhere someone's listening |
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to the sound of a record spinning |
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sing me to me now |
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right out your window |
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your father'd be proud |
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now that it's simple |
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but don't sing too loud |
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you'll wake up the neighbors |
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and they will complain |
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so i must persuade them |
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hold it right there |
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i don't want to move |
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summer it begs |
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it begs us to prove |
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that we can last |
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just one more season |
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that there gives me a reason |
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secrets are for keeping |
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that's what gives them their meaning |
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it's their certain proclamation |
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and it needs no explanation |
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i for one am willing |
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to stay here until you're willing |
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maybe you're not ready |
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to handle something steady |