Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
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Please share my umbrella
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Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
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Under my umbrella
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All that summer we enjoyed it
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Wind and rain and shine
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That umbrella, we employed it
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By August, she was mine
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Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
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Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
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Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
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Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
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That's the way the whole thing started
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Silly but it's true
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Thinkin' of a sweet romance
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Beginning in a queue
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Came the sun the ice was melting
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No more sheltering now
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Nice to think that that umbrella
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Led me to a vow
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Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
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Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
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Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
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Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
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Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
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Please share my umbrella
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Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
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Under my umbrella
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All that summer we enjoyed it
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Wind and rain and shine
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That umbrella, we employed it
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By August, she was mine
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Bus Stop
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| The Hollies |
