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tell me, baby, tell me |
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are you still on the stoop |
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watching the windows close? |
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i've not seen you lately |
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on the street by the beach |
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or places we used to go |
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i've a picture of you |
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on our favorite day |
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by the seaside |
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there's a bird stealing bread |
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that i brought |
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out from under my nose |
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tell me, baby, tell me |
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does his company make |
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light of a rainy day? |
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how i've missed you lately |
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and the way we would speak |
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and all that we wouldn't say |
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do his hands in your hair |
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feel a lot like a thing |
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you believe in |
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or a bit like a bird |
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stealing bread out from under your nose? |
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tell me, baby, tell me |
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do you carry the words |
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around like a key or change? |
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i've been thinking lately |
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of a night on the stoop |
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and all that we wouldn't say |
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if i see you again |
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on the street by the beach |
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in the evening |
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will you fly like a bird |
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stealing bread out from under my nose? |
