| Here a fine line, there a fine line
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| Oh what a time we had
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| Here a strange place, and there a strange face
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| Doesn’t it make you sad
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| I will call up my friends and say
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| Come on over, make my night or my day
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| And talk about who’s the finest folk in town
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| There a day’s grace, here a night’s space
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| Oh what a lovely rhyme
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| Take it from me, there is no disgrace
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| In having yourself a time
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| I will call up my friends and say
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| Come on over and make my day
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| And talk about the love that I know is in us all
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| Making the bread, going mad in the head
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| I know when I’m going too far
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| I want to get back, want to take up the slack
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| Get where the good times are
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| But I will call up all my friends and will say
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| I will say: Come on over make my night or my day
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| And we’ll talk about who’s the finest folk in town
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| Here a fine line, there a fine wine
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| Oh what a time we had
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| Here a strange place, there a strange face
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| Didn’t it make me sad
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| I will call up my friends and say
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| Now come on over and make my day
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| And tell me about the love that’s in us all
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| That’s in us all |