I met Julie back in junior high
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and I can still recall the way she smiled
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ooh, yeah
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she became some kind of fantasy
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that¡¯s been clinging to my memory
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ooh, yeah
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C¡¯mon Julie let¡¯s dance
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to another place where we can find ourselves again
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c¡¯mon Julie let¡¯s dance
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the years have made me older
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my heart is getting colder
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so c¡¯mon sweet Julie let¡¯s dance
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c¡¯mon, c¡¯mon....
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There¡¯s a picture taken 84
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I¡¯ve been keeping in my top desk drawer
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Ooh, yeah
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When I touch it with my fingertips
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I can smell her hair and taste her lips
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Ooh
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And the music played on....
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C´Mon Julie
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| The Wallstones |
