| Every night I sit here by my window
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| Starin' at a lonely avenue
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| Watching lovers holding hands and laughin'
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| Thinkin' bout the things they used to do
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| (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park
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| (Things) like a kiss in the dark
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| (Things) like a sailor boat ride
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| What about the night we cried?
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| Things like a lovin' wow, Things that we don’t do now
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| Thinkin' bout the things we used to do
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| Memories are all I have to cling to
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| And heartaches are the frames I’m talking to
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| When I’m not thinking of just how much I loved you
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| I’m thinking 'bout the things we used to do
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| (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park…
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| I still can hear the juke-box softly playin'
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| And the face I see is there belongs to you
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| No, there’s not a single sound
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| And there’s nobody else around
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| But I just mean thinkin' 'bout things we used to do
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| (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park…
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| And the heartaches are the frames I’m talking to
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| You got me thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
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| Thinkin' bout… |