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Where do all the lovers meet with one another, |
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In an effort to uncover what has happened to their salad days? |
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The sprite ones on the corner, dream of something warmer |
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A semblance of their old ways, what has happened to our handmade days? |
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Oh no! |
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Way back when, we were the latest around |
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We lined and we painted this town |
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Their faces are green and they don't know what they've done. |
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We can pull a map out detailing the direct route |
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Young ones grow anxious to proclaim their advances to the fray |
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If you don't wake up and the truth never comes up |
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We will never have our old way; we will never have a right of way |
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Oh no! |
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Way back when, we were the latest around |
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We lined and we painted this town |
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Their faces are green and they don't know what they've done. |
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Won't you show us where you heart is? |
