| Twenty-one, so young and tender but blue
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| I remember, I remember laughing for no reason with you, laughing
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| Sharing a bottle on the stairs
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| That led to your wooden room
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| Full of cigarettes and green glass bottles
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| Yesterday´s meal by the mattress on the floor
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| Where we danced…
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| In the garden below your window
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| Where I first began to know
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| To know you
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| Joe
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| Whisper the memory but not too loud
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| Remember the symphony when we were allowed, to play?
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| Touch my hand, show me how, stroke my brow
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| I need to know now that I can dance with you
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| I wanna dance with you, I wanna dance
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| Like I did when I first began to know you, Joe
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| A now I gotta say
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| I think I´m gonna fly along on your magic carpet
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| I think I wanna ride
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| I think I´m gonna fly along on your magic carpet
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| So I´m sitting here with the sun about to smile
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| About to show it´s face and take away my little fantasy
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| Break out the phonograph, play some «Billie» for me
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| One more time before I go
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| Let it shine, shine, shine, shine on me
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| I think I wanna know, wanna know you, Joe
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| Sit down in the back room
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| And throw me over the bar
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| Fly me up to your sky, moon
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| A-what? |
| Oh, that´s it
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| I know it sounds kinda crazy
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| I think I wanna know, wanna know you, Joe
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| Yeah! |