(John Phillips)
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Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
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And everything found a place for me.
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The fashion of passion I rationed with caution
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Because of the notion the potion of passion
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Had never been passed to me.
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But since it was Sunday and sunny I went for a stroll.
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But peanuts and pigeons and people put me in a hole.
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A blessing refreshing in you did unfold,
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Dispelling depressing distressing salt from my soul.
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Once was a time I thought that love could be sold or bought
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And everything found a place for me.
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The fashion of passion I rationed with caution
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Because of the notion the potion of passion
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Had never been passed to me.
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But now with you by my side,
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I find that I feel so satisfied,
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Somebody must have lied to me.
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Once Was A Time I Thought
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| The Mamas & The Papas |
