| Autumn falling from trees
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| The snow is up to our knees
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| I let you borrow my keys
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| To sleep in my room
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| You threw away my shoe
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| I brought you to central park zoo
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| Then I drew your eyes very blue
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| And I stuck them on the fridge
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| And I believe it was you
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| Who I wanted to be walking next to
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| And I believe we were friends
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| And I believe we will be again
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| So you sighed and swept your broom
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| Under the wintery moon
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| Well I called up this afternoon
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| Your words were «Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye»
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| And I believe it was you
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| Who I wanted to be talking to
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| And I believe we were friends
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| And I believe we will be again
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| Oh, if I knock on your door would you let me in?
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| Do you know any more than I do?
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| Keep on wonderin' about you
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| Even if you don’t want me to
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| The girl you once knew
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| Is the person we are
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| And I believe it was you
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| Who I wanted to be walking next to
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| And I believe we were friends
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| And I believe we will be again |