I stole all her letters
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I stole all those poems
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They belong to a girl
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I used to know
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There's still music
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On Queen Street
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Where all the young girls go
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I would rather be down there
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Than to read these notes
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I praise all these soft
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Summer girls
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They take me away
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From the one I used to know
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By the light of the kitchen
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I've been reading your notes
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I didn't notice
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I had forgotten
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The sound of your voice
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Are you still the same girl
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I used to know?
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Do you still wake up early
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To write your poems?
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I praise all these soft
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Summer girls
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They take me away
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From the one I used to know
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I praise all these soft
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Summer girls
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All that's left now
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Are summer girls
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Soft Summer Girls
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| Barzin |
