| She said you were in the basement
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| When i knocked upon the door
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| That august afternoon
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| Through the kitchen, down the stairs
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| I found you waiting there
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| Your hair had grown
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| On Hazel street, On Hazel street
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| Colored blankets for your walls
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| A dirty bed upon the floor
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| You were not mine
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| Then the girl called down to you
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| I had a feeling that she knew
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| I’d be the one to see you through
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| On Hazel street, On Hazel street
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| Late that night behind the bar
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| We surely knew how to play the part
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| Of lovers, it was nothing new
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| I woke up drunk on that basement floor
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| And then you asked how i would read the score
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| If you asked me to marry you
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| On Hazel street, On Hazel street
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| I headed south on the highway 5
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| My head was pounding, I was bleary eyed
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| That august afternoon
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| You went and broke the young girl’s heart
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| You said we’d have a brand new start
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| I’d be the one to see through
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| (Merci à sylvain pour cettes paroles) |