Last Friday night down at the diner booth in back they sat
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Alone holdinĄ¯ hands like two young lovers
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Her hair was grey and his was gone
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She said to him im getting older a pretty girl no more to be
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Heaven knows im not a treasure
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He softly said you are to me
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You are to me the girl in spring time
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The one I met so long ago a moment captured for a life time
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ThatĄ¯s what I see you are to me
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He said to her my work is done now and all thatĄ¯s left are memories
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Heaven knows im not important
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She softly said you are to me
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You are to me a boy in spring time
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The one I met so long ago a moment captured for a life time
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ThatĄ¯s what I see you are to me
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ThatĄ¯s what I see you are to me
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last Friday night down at the diner
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You Are To Me
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| Conway Twitty |
