| When Debbie’s back from Texas
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| This is the last place he’ll be leaving
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| He’ll cross the courtyard
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| Smilingly open the gate
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| When Debbie’s back from Texas
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| He’ll be moving back to Greenwich
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| It takes you no time
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| You just follow the bridge
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| Indian summer evening
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| Let the shadows backslide
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| When the pond is drained
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| You think you can walk on the ground
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| They call it trust
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| I brought all that I needed
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| I took all that was mine
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| I could think of a few more
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| Things to believe in
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| But I don’t know about love
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| She’ll answer you
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| Like lovers do
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| Like lovers do
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| She’ll answer you
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| She’ll answer you
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| Like lovers do
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| Like lovers do
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| You’ll try to figure out
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| What life would be without her
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| I’m standing by the window
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| Suddenly feeling so small
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| Cars go by and life
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| I feel like I could try just a little more
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| I’m a true believer
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| And no lover of starshine
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| I know where this is leading
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| This is my last chance
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| She’ll answer you
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| Like lovers do
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| Like lovers do
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| She’ll answer you
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| She’ll answer you
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| Like lovers do
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| Like lovers do
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| Like lovers do |