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So wild, standing there, with her hands in her hair |
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I can't help remember just where she touched me |
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There's still no face here in her place |
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So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day |
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Music, high and sweet, then she just flew away |
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Now she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms |
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Valerie, call on me |
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Call on me, Valerie |
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Come and see me |
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I'm the same boy I used to be |
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Love songs fill the night, but they don't tell it all |
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Not how lovers cry, just like they're dying |
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Her cries hang there, in time, somewhere |
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Someday, some good wind may blow her back to me |
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Some night I may hear her like she used to be |
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No it can't be that warm with the wind in her arms |
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Valerie, call on me |
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Call on me, Valerie |
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Come and see me |
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I'm the same boy I used to be |
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So cool, she was like jazz on a summer's day |
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Music, high and sweet, then she just flew away |
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No she can't be that warm with the wind in her arms |
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Valerie, call on me |
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Call on me, Valerie |
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Come and see me |
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I'm the same boy I used to be |
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I'm the same boy I used to be |
