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I climbed the hill to Julie's house |
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The place I used to live |
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I climbed the steps and tried the door |
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And let myself in |
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The kitchen clock I used to watch |
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Had stopped at five to five |
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A photograph I'd never seen |
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A car came up the drive |
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I stood outside the kitchen door |
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And when she turned her head |
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I said that I was back to stay |
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She laughed at what I said |
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She said that I'd grow old believing |
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That I was what mattered most |
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That I'd uncover real feelings |
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As I got close |
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I climbed the hill to Julie's house |
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The place I used to live |
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I climbed the steps and tried the door |
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And let myself in |
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She said that I'd grow old believing |
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That I was what mattered most |
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That I'd uncover real feelings |
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As I got close |