Still,
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I think of you, baby
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And how i grew old with you then
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And this summer, you'll call-maybe
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And act as if we were old friends
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You'd say, 'how are you, baby'
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I'd say, 'it's raining in athens'
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And to this day
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I nurse the fever
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That spoiled my poor heart
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And i've mastered the art of dealing
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Slipping away without falling apart
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So when this summer, you call-maybe
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And ask how
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I've been
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I can be honest and answer plainly
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'Since november, it's been raining'
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Raining in athens
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| Azure Ray |
