| In Peyton Place my heart now beats
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| And floorboards creak where an angel sleeps
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| Her hair hung across her face
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| Like a bush hangs across a wall
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| She was short with a tidy smile
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| I could hear temptation call
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| From a fly in her ointment
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| To the big feather in her cap
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| It’s a small world we discover
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| I had once worked for her dad
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| I was in gear making up stories
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| And we laughed at each other’s tales
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| I watched her lips I wanted to kiss them
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| My train of thought went off the rails
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| In Peyton Place my heart now beats
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| And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps
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| In Peyton Place
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| I lie awake and hear the sound
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| That the angels make
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| In Peyton Place
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| The party was now ending
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| So she gave me a lift back home
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| Somehow I felt so nervous
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| She drove so slowly on the road
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| Next thing I knew she was in my arms
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| Her hair was all over my face
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| I brushed it aside she invited me in
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| Now my heart beats in Peyton Place
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| Her hair hung across her face like
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| A bush hangs across a wall |