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I remember Sunday nights at Kaldi's
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I was never really down with coffee shops
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A group of beatniks reading Kerouac
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And the smell of grass from the parking lot
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And as I recall
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We got to know each other
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We got to show each other
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That we were fine just being friends
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There's that guy who thinks he's Dylan
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He plays guitar with the band
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And he dedicates a song he thinks belongs to you and me
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He must've seen us holding hands
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But they don't know
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We tried to cross that line before
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But what we have is so much more
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Cause now you will always be mine
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And as I recall
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We got to know each other
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We got to show each other
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That we were fine just being friends
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We tried to cross that line before
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But what we have is so much more
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Cause now you will always be mine inside
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And as I recall
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We got to know each other
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We got to show each other
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That we were fine just being friends
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And we still hold each other
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And we still love each other
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But we're just fine just being friends
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Scenes from a Coffe House
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| Blessed Union Of Souls |
