| August afternoon
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| I can picture you
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| Walking with your father at your side
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| In the summer heat
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| California speaks
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| Softly like she’s making up her mind
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| And now, as I stand beside you I say
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| Baby, isn’t it crazy that we are born only to die?
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| Oh, but lately, I’ve been counting my stars
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| 'Cause I will spend my whole life loving you
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| Through your shining eyes
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| Sweet like Jeffrey Pines
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| I pretended I could read your thoughts
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| Now it’s just the truth
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| Seems our hearts have fused
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| Soldered like the gold your sister brought
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| And how am I lucky enough to say
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| Baby, isn’t it crazy that we are born only to die?
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| Oh, but lately, I’ve been counting my stars
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| 'Cause I will spend my whole life loving you
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| Loving you, loving you, loving you
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| Loving you, loving you, loving you, loving you
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| And I said
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| Baby, isn’t it crazy that we are born only to die?
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| Oh, but lately, I’ve been counting my stars
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| 'Cause I will spend my whole life loving you |