I walked around for hours in the pouring rain
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I never thought I`d get used to this pain
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My feet are hurting but inside I`m calm and clear
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Oh how I want you to be near
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This part of town reminds me of sunny afternoons
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my favorite tin pan alley tunes
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Your eyes so shiny, the sunlight on your skin,
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imagine how grand it could have been
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It could have been more than a silly fling
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I would have bought you flowers anything
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But you just called me up and called things off
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That`s not my interpretation of love
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Interpretation of love
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My friends all told me that you`re not the one for me
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But I fell in love so foolishly
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My heart kept skipping when we used to kiss
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I never knew this could exist
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This part of town will always be a part of you and me
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Those summer nights in `93
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Your morning kisses just lingered on my lips
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Imagine how grand it could have been
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It could have been more than a silly fling
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I would have bought you flowers anything
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But you just called me up and called things off
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That`s not my interpretation of love
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Interpretation of love
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I don`t believe in fairy tails or romance novels, dear
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But all those things I used to say were honest and sincere
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So let`s bring out the gospel choir and cue the violins
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`Cause that`s how grand it could have been
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It could have been more than a silly fling
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I would have bought you flowers anything
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But you just called me up and called things off
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That`s not my interpretation of love
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It could have been more than a silly fling
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I would have bought you flowers anything
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But you just called me up and called things off
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That`s not my interpretation of love
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Interpretation of love
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Interpretation Of Love
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| Wouter Hamel |
