| Two by two the lovers step
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| Through the crisp still falling evening snow.
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| The cars they cut clean through the night
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| I hope that they will, I hope they lead me to your door.
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| The music’s loud, the party’s hot
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| The people are the kind I like to
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| Sit and talk with a while.
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| I’d love to stay, but no, she’s going
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| So I’ll drop her off on the way
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| She’ll need a coat it’s started snowing.
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| Yeah I’ll drop her off with a smile
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| I’d love to stay, but no, I’m going.
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| Two by two the lovers slip
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| Through the frozen streets of Birmingham.
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| Her complexion says it all
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| If only she would bring me life as cotton falls.
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| The music’s loud, the party’s hot
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| The people are the kind I like to
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| Sit and talk with a while.
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| I’d love to stay, but no, she’s going
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| So I’ll drop her off on the way
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| She’ll need a coat it’s started snowing.
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| Yeah I’ll drop her off with a smile
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| I’d love to stay, but no, I’m going.
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| I won’t feel the cold
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| Not when I feel the music taking hold
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| Of me…
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| The music’s loud, the party’s hot
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| The people are the kind I like to
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| Sit and talk with a while.
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| I’d love to stay, but no, she’s going
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| So I’ll drop her off on the way
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| She’ll need a coat it’s started snowing.
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| Yeah I’ll drop her off with a smile
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| I’d love to stay, but no, I’m going. |