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We grew up together, we’ve been here forever. |
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Barefoot in the summer, cold in stormy weather. |
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She taught me all there is, like magic and love, |
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But now, she doesn’t live here anymore. |
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She’s off and she’s gone, she doesn’t live here anymore. |
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I’m sorry that’s all there is to it, |
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She dressed just like a painter, |
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a female street Picasso and I, |
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I will remember the heaven in her laughter. |
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And the scent of her sweet perfume |
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when we made love under an August moon |
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But now, she doesn’t live here anymore. |
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She’s off and she’s gone, she doesn’t live here anymore. |
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I’m sorry that’s all there is to it, |
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But now, she doesn’t live here anymore. |
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She’s off and she’s gone, she doesn’t live here anymore |
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She’s gone since long, so long, she doesn’t live here anymore. |
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She took off and left home, she doesn’t live here anymore. |
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I’m sorry that’s all there is to it, I’m sorry that’s all. |
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