| Last Friday night down at the diner
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| Booth in back, they sat alone
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| Holding hands like two young lovers
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| Her hair was gray and his was gone
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| She said to him I’m getting older
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| A pretty girl, no more to be
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| Heaven knows I’m not a treasure
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| He softly said, you are to me
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| You are to me a girl in springtime
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| The one I met so long ago
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| A moment captured for a lifetime
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| That’s what I see you are to me
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| He said to her my work is done, now
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| And all that’s left are memories
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| Heaven knows I’m not important
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| She softly said, you are to me
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| You are to me a boy in springtime
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| The one I met so long ago
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| A moment captured for a lifetime
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| That’s what I see, you are to me
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| That’s what I see, you are to me
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| Last Friday night down at the diner… |