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I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn, an open top one if it's warm |
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And if the flowers are in bloom, I'll lose myself to you |
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I'll be whistling down a street, you'll hear our footsteps start to meet |
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Then the craziness begins |
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An' like chalk and cheese, yeh we'll shoot the breeze |
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Yeh, headed up west in an open top deck |
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Oh trying to remember just what for |
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Then we'll talk for hours and hours about nothing much at all |
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With your long hair falling down, falling down, in curl after curl |
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And I too shy to ask what I really want to do |
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Racked with my own self doubt, I stumble and fall |
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Like a fool in love, my mind in the air |
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Heaven knows where, yeh, heading up west in an open top deck |
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Trying to remember just what for |