| Here’s a song I sing for you
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| About a girl that I once knew, Julia
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| She lived in a great big house
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| With golden gates where servants bowed for Julia
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| Unashamed I’d sit outside and wait for hours
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| Hoping that she’d climb down from her ivory towers
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| This beautiful girl as pretty as any flower
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| Had a hold on me
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| Upstairs in my lonely room
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| I would dream of being cool with Julia
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| I lived in obsessive bliss
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| Carefully planning my first kiss of Julia
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| One day I was feeling awfully brave and asked her
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| If she’d like to come on a date, I just had to
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| She bent down and gently kissed my face
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| And said: «Oh, someday»
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| Oh my god how I loved this girl
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| But no one ever said that love could burn
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| Waiting by the phone for days
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| For a call that never came from Julia
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| But love is cruel and has no wings
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| But I still hear angels sing for my Julia
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| I remember being overwhelmed by her prettiness
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| If only she would look my way I might be in business
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| To tell the truth she didn’t even know I existed, Julia
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| Summer took her pretty clothes
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| Winter came in grey and snow, oh Julia
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| And I found out she’d moved away
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| Her best friend said to the north country, Julia
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| Now all this happened many years ago, my friend
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| Regrettably there is no happy end, oh no
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| She was 14, I was only 10, oh my Julia |