Went down to Santa Fe, where Renoir paints the walls,
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described you clearly, but the sky began to fall
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Am I ever gonna see your face again?
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Trams cars and taxis, like a wax-works on the move
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carrying young girls past me, but none of them are you
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Am I ever gonna see your face again?
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Without you near me I got no place to go
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wait at the bar, maybe you might show
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Am I ever gonna see your face again?
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I got to stop these tears that's falling from my eye
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go walk out in the rain, so no one sees me cry
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Am I ever gonna see your face again?
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Can't stop the memory that goes climbing through my brain
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I get no answer so the question still remains
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Am I ever gonna see your face again?
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Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again
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| American Heartbreak |
