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[ti:Winter Pockets] |
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[ar:wild child] |
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[al:] |
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Walking in the winter down rows of empty sidewalks, |
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I reached into my pocket, |
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Found an old note from you |
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It read "Babydoll, I love you. |
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Can't wait to see you Sunday." |
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I tried to hear you read it, |
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Can't remember your voice. |
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Was it sweet? |
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Was it sultry? |
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Did I tremble when I heard it? |
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Did you sing softly to me, |
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Whisper words in my ear? |
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So I sit and I think of you |
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So I sit and I wonder who you sing songs to now. |
