| Oh Julie, meet me by the vending machine.
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| Oh Julie, I’m gonna buy you a wedding ring.
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| Eating French fries by the dock of the bay.
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| Lots of ketchup and mayonnaise.
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| You said this town’s too big for our hearts.
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| You can’t tell where it ends or starts.
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| Oh Julie, put on your jacket tonight
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| Oh Julie, the ticket inspector’s out of sight.
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| What will you do when you graduate?
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| If you stay here you will suffocate.
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| And all your friends are moving to London.
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| While the cherry trees are still in blossom.
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| Oh Julie.
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| Oh hold me, hold me for the sweet hereafter.
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| The end with you can be very fatal.
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| Somehow we forget to pray for the angels.
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| Then the angels make sure that our hearts are devoured.
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| Make us jump from the Eiffel Tower.
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| Oh Julie, you know that I ain’t for hire.
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| But you can have me.
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| You can trade me for your cigarette lighter.
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| Take a step from the humdrum.
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| Step out of the museum.
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| They said we had hit the bottom.
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| But the cherry trees are still in blossom.
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| Oh Julie, you know that I ain’t for hire.
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| But you can have me.
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| I would invite you back to the invention of fire.
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| Oh Julie. |