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I looked out this morning and the sun was gone, |
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Turned on some music to start my day, |
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Then lost myself in a familiar song. |
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I closed my eyes and I slipped away. |
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When I hear that old song they used to play |
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’til I see Marianne walk away |
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I see my Marianne walking away |
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So many people have come and gone, |
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Their faces fade as the years go by, |
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Yet I still recall as I wonder on, |
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as clear as the sun In the summer sky. |
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It’s more than a feeling... |
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When I’m tired I’m thinking cold, |
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I hide in my music, forget the day |
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and dream of a girl I used to know |
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I closed my eyes and she slipped away. |
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It’s more than a feeling... |
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