| Walking hand in hand carrying your high heels down Congress
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| I’m gonna miss this
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| Falling in love in the city
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| Stopping at the bar have some drinks over laughs and cigarettes
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| See nothing’s gonna kill me
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| With you looking so pretty
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| But it’s a strange, strange town
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| Now that you ain’t around
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| I remember being loved
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| I remember being liked
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| I remember falling hard in love and what it felt like
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| Well now I stumble through the streets of downtown
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| Past all the places that you and I found
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| I can’t go it alone
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| No I can’t go it at all
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| Honey it’s a strange, strange town
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| Now that you ain’t around
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| Well the hardest part baby, the hardest part of love
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| Is picking up the pieces and seeing what you’re made of
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| Oh but I ain’t made of much
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| No, I ain’t made of much
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| No, I ain’t made of much
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| Oh honey it’s a strange, strange town
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| Honey it’s a strange, strange town
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| Yeah honey it’s a strange, strange town
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| Honey it’s a strange town
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| Yeah, it’s a strange, strange
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| It’s a strange town |