drifting down the boulevard with 2 cups of lemonade
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it's homemade
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sun is beaming in a perfect ray
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i hum a sweet tune
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you'll be here soon
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hum
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clouds are hovering in a sweet array
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you sit on the bench
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melodies we play
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wrapped up in the gentle breeze
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a tap, a stroke
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we weave notes, in between
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hum
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even in the greyest hours
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all I do is knock, and
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we do make good harmony
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i am outta pitch, i am outta tune, i'm a tension
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we do make good harmony
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the dogs
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they run
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in the sun
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clouds are hovering in a sweet array
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you sit on the bench, and we play
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wrapped up in the gentle breeze, a tap, a stroke
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we weave notes, in between
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gentle leaves sway to and fro
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the splendor scent of music, resonates
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time goes sailing by when you're around
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let's set the sail high
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I don't mind
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sun falls
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down the hill
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living next door to you
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Living Next Door To You (Eng Ver.)
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| ÇØÀÌ(Hey) |