| It was a hot and sultry day somewhere in early September
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| I don’t hardly remember the day
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| Just the way the sun beat down upon the bay, baby
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| I did not even need to know your name
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| It was, oh, so plain to see that you had eyes for me
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| Halfway open, halfway closed, half-naked eyes for me, baby
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| It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair
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| A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I
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| And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died
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| Oh, the lights of the city were close at hand
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| I might just as well have been another man
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| You might just as well have been another girl
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| It might just as well have been another world
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| It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair
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| A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I
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| And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died
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| Oh, slow burning love
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| You were smoking up that day, some kind of hot
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| It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair
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| A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I
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| And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died |