| It’s a case I guess of paradise lost
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| Ten years back on the hands of the clock
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| In that little house on Mansfield
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| On your old block
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| Sometimes the magic of the past is all we’ve got
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| Just you and me at a crossroads then
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| Isn’t it funny how we were old friends
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| Accidentally thrown together
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| Did we intend
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| To be the romantic novel you never want to end
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| And it’s the contact of the eye that meets across a crowded room
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| And how I kind of wound up the lyrics to your tune
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| You said, 'Funny but it feels like I’ve known you all my life
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| And how it might feel to kiss you on the mouth tonight
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| In between the Star of David and the California moon
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| The Santa Ana winds blew warm into your room
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| We were crazy, wild and running
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| Blind to the change to come
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| In that little house on Mansfield
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| We’d wake at the break of dawn
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| In an Indian summer gone
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| In the candlelight I can recall
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| Your naked shadow looking ten feet tall
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| Like a wild pony dancing
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| Along the wall
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| Off balance I found love the only place to fall
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| We’d wake at the break of dawn
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| In an Indian summer gone |