| Oh, girl, didn’t we have 'em?
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| Didn’t we have us some times
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| When you got out of that Broadway station
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| And found me in the middle of conversation
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| Tuggin' on the strings of my heart
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| The sitars did play for us
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| Didn’t we have some times?
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| Oh, girl didn’t we have 'em?
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| Didn’t we have us some times?
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| Well, we got out to that rocky landscape
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| The water was scarce and the mud was sun baked
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| We didn’t know we were driftin' apart
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| Even Paris couldn’t do it for us
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| And missin' someone is the kind of hurt
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| A heart should be grateful to feel
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| Know that I still love you, shine old girl
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| In tender light
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| Feel that I still love you, shine old town
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| In tender light
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| Hey, old girl, they were such good times
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| We sang our songs and we drank our wine
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| All the riches and gold in the world
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| I wouldn’t take in trade
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| And missin' someone is a kind of hurt
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| A heart should be grateful to feel
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| Feel
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| Missin' someone is a kind of hurt
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| A heart should be grateful to feel
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| Feel |