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You stand in the doorway
A block up the street
Ringing the doorbell
Therea¢æ¢âs tapping of feet
High yellow hair
And a worn brown suit...
Enter, and break the news

Now tell me the story
I give it the time
No need to worry
Everythinga¢æ¢âs fine
Ia¢æ¢âll take you away
From the name-calling scene
Sure... you can bring your magazine

Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
You and I walking hand in hand
A neon-glow shining
Down on us
Dona¢æ¢ât wait up for us
Dona¢æ¢ât wait up for us

Now tell me the story
Ia¢æ¢âll give it the time
When you stop looking
Then you will find
Ia¢æ¢âll take you away
From this name-calling scene
Just bring your magazine

Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
You and I walking hand in hand
A neon-glow shining
Down on us
Dona¢æ¢ât wait up for us
Dona¢æ¢ât wait up for us

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The Bandstand
A-ha



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