| Saturday on the underground
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| The train was full when you turned around
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| From the first sight, well, I just knew
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| That I’ll belong to you, whoa-oh
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| I’m too nervous to send a sign
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| I never know how to find the lines
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| I even got off at Leicester Square
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| Just to see you there
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| Walking inside a dream
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| Of you and me
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| If you take a chance on me
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| We could write some history
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| And we would be rising
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| High above the trees
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| If you take a chance on me
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| Carve our names in history
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| Yeah, we would be flying
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| High above the sea
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| Take a chance on me
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| Traffic sang like a symphony
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| I caught your perfume upon the breeze
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| Skipped a heartbeat and all I knew
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| Was I belong to you, whoa-oh
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| When you stopped at a small café
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| I saw you kiss him and smile that way
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| Never was such a rendezvous
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| A darker shade of blue
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| Walking inside a dream
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| Of you and me
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| If you take a chance on me
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| We could write some history
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| And we would be rising
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| High above the trees
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| If you take a chance on me
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| Carve our names in history
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| Yeah, we would be flying
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| High above the sea
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| (I say, I say, I say)
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| (I say, I say, I say)
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| We could take a chance, oh
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| We could take a chance
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| (I say, I say, I say)
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| (I say, I say, I say)
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| We could take a chance, oh
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| We could take a chance
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| If you take a chance on me
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| We could write some history
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| And we would be rising
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| High above the trees |