| It’s a little bit like sun when your smile is focused on me
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| With stars in your eyes
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| It reminds me of summers up north where the clear winds will blow
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| Through the mountains with snow
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| But it can all turn around as I know
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| With the words you say before you go
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| Nothing can change us from being ourselves
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| And I’m left here in town with nothing as help
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| It’s raining in New York
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| And I know what it feels like
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| Cause I’ve walked 3rd Avenue
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| With tears in my eyes
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| It’s raining in L. A
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| And I know what it feels like
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| Cause I see those tears
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| Come through when we try
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| Sometimes your words make me happy or angry or sad
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| It depends, how I feel
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| If I feel strong there’s a chance that I laugh at your notes
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| That tells me you’re gone
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| But it can all turn around as I know
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| With a change of weather, yes then I’ll be low
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| Anything done and said on my part
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| Can keep us together or pull us apart
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| It’s raining in New York
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| And I know what it feels like
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| Cause I’ve walked 3rd Avenue
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| With tears in my eyes
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| It’s raining in L. A
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| And I know what it feels like
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| Cause I see those tears
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| Come through when we try
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| I know there is something between us, my love
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| It’s stronger than what we can break
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| It’ll keep us together forever, my love
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| It’s like we have nothing to say
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| It’s raining in New York
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| And I know what it feels like
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| Cause I’ve walked 3rd Avenue
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| With tears in my eyes
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| It’s raining in L. A
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| And I know what it feels like
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| Cause I see those tears
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| Come through when we try |