We grew up not far from here
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An oaky street, the country air
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Porch lights, breezy nights
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Dreaming dreams of that girl so right
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Stand by her window when, the moon would rise
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And put her to bed, with my eyes
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Climbed a tree to get a better view
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I loved the girl, I never really knew
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She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)
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Talk of the town (This town, this town)
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White lace, the sun would shine
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Her Easter suit, pretending she was mine
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On holidays we'd meet in church
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At the sign of peace, for her I'd search
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She worked in town, at the five and dime
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And I'd dig for change, so I could stay in line
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My knees would shake, when I thought I'd meet her
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Cherry cola, palm sweating fever
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She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)
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Talk of the town (This town, this town)
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We grew up not far from here
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An oaky street, the country air
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Porch lights, breezy nights
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Dreaming dreams of that girl so right
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Older now, moved and gone
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I think of her, and what went wrong
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It seemed so right, It's just as well
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She was twice my age, when I was twelve
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She's the talk of the town (This town, this town)
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Talk of the town (This town, this town)
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Talk of the town (This town, this town)
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Talk Of The Town
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