| I remember those days from the start
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| Summer came forever once
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| We’d sit out in Avondale park
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| Sticky hands on bottle caps
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| When I gave you my heart
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| When I gave you my heart
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| When I gave you my heart
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| When I gave you my heart
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| And sometimes I’m stuck in the white and black
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| Memories bring colour back
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| I remember Avondale Park
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| In yellow evenings after class
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| I’d hold my hands up to the sky
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| And tell you we could fly
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| And you’d said, first, I should larn to fall
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| Then one day I would soar
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| When I gav you my heart
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| When I gave you my heart
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| When I gave you my heart
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| When I gave you my heart
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| And you always could laugh when I cried
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| But I was just a child
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| And you said one day I’d sing my songs
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| And you’d be cheering on
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| These days, when I can close my eyes
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| I know I’ll be alright
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| And then, when I have made my mark
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| I’ll come back to the park |