My friend David told me
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The heart beats like a dream
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Down there at the railway station
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The Lights are turning green
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That little black-robed Franciscan priest
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Struts down to ???????????
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Tips his hat at all the North Americans
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And dreams the dream of the argonauts
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We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
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Poplars on the Seinne and Sunset Boulevard
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The noise that can drive a love asunder
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Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
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We go climbing down myriad flights of stairs
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Blowing off the heat and dust
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Stetch our romantic souls
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To cover the wunderlust
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At midnight in some strange city
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Black-burned and medieval
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Shiver inside our paper thin raincoats
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And the silence that knows no evil
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We know the truth of the undeveloped heart
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Poplars on the Seinne and Sunset Boulevard
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The noise that can drive a love asunder
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Sometimes your dreams can leave you under
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The heart can be a lonely hunter
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The Undeveloped Heart
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
