| Walking along beneath the lights of that miracle mile
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| Me and Mary making our way into the night
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| You can hear the cries from the carnival rides
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| The pin-ball bells and the ski-ball slides
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| Watching the summer sun fall out of sight
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| There’s a warm wind coming in from off of the ocean
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| Making its way past the hotel walls to fill the street
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| Mary is holding both of her shoes in her hand
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| Said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet
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| And in the morning I’m leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
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| So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
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| And I don’t see how you could ever be anything but mine
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| There’s a local band playing at the seaside pavilion
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| And I got just enough cash to get us in
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| And as we’re dancin Mary’s wrapping her arms around me
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| And I can feel the sting of summer on my skin
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| In the midst of the music I tell her I love her
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| We both laugh cause we know it isn’t true
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| Ah but Mary there’s a summer drawing to an end tonight
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| And there’s so much that I long to do to you
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| But in the morning I’m leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
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| So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
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| And I don’t see how you could ever be anything but mine
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| And in the morning I’m leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
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| So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
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| And I don’t see how you could ever be anything but mine
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| Mary I don’t see how you could ever be anything but mine |