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I'll meet you on a bus at dawn |
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An open top one if it's warm |
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And if the flowers are in bloom |
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I'll lose myself to you |
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I'll be whistling down a street |
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You'll hear our footsteps start to meet, to meet |
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Then the craziness begins oh, like chalk and cheese |
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We'll shoot the breeze heading up west in an open top deck |
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Oh, I'm trying to remember just what for |
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Then we'll talk for hours and hours |
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About nothing much at all |
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With your long hair falling down, falling down |
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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, oh, I stumble and fall |
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Like a fool in love, oh, my mind in the air |
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Heaven knows where yeah, heading up west in an open top deck |
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Oh, I'm trying to remember just what for |
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Meet you on a bus at dawn |
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An open top one if it's warm |
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If the flowers are in bloom |
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I'll lose myself to you |
