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As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night |
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And Cathy was cleaning the spoons |
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The radio played the hit parade |
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And I hummed along with the tune |
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She asked me to change the station |
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Said, the song just drove her insane |
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But it weren't just the music playing |
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It was me she was trying to blame |
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And the sky is black and still now |
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Up on the hill where the angels sing |
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Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle |
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Looks just like a diamond ring |
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But it's far, far from me |
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Well, I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt |
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And Cathy was closing the lights |
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A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew |
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And I wished for once |
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I weren't right |
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Why we used to laugh together |
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And we'd dance to any old song |
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Well, you know, she still laughs with me |
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But she waits just a second to long |
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And the sky is black and still now |
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Up on the hill where the angels sing |
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Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle |
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Looks just like a diamond ring |
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But it's far, far from me |
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Well, I started the engine and |
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I gave it some gas |
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And Cathy was closing her purse |
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We hadn't gone far in my beat-up old car |
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And I was prepared for the worst"Will you still see me tomorrow?""No, I got too much to do" |
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Well a question ain't really a question |
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If you know the answer too |
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And the sky is black and still now |
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Up on the hill where the angels sing |
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Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle |
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Looks just like a diamond ring |
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But it's far, far from me |
