There was this girl I used to see - down on 42nd street
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She'd walk by on her way to work - n' make the air smell so sweet
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I used to sit in a coffee shop - sometimes I'd have a cup
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And when she'd go by - she'd light up the sky
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Like the sun coming up
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She be standin' by the bus stop - driver opened up the door
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I'd just sit n' watch her - getting on the 104
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I wanna give her my number - I wanna tell her my name
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Wanna climb on board that cross-town bus
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Take a chance she feels the same
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It's just another east side story
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Everybody's got a tale to tell
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And like a hundred guys before me
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I fell under her spell
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Some things you hold on to - some you just let go
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Seems like the ones that you can't have
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Are the ones that you want most
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I think about her sometimes - I wonder if she was real
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And if I ever find her I'm gonna tell her how I feel
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It's just another east side story
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Everybody's got a tale to tell and like a hundred guys before me
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I fell under her spell
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It's still the same old story - it's still the same old game
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Up there on the eastside - life goes on the same
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She never knew my number - never even knew my name
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She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again
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East Side Story
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| Bryan Adams |
