(R. Martin)
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Another season's passed by
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Without a sign without a single word
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You used to say that you loved me
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And I would say the same to you in return
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Like an old familiar song I'd want to hear
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Over again
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I remember you in the city
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With yellow hair and moon white skin
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Singing songs that brought the house down
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Forgiving for whatever mood you'd be in
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You could count on it
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With an old familiar song they'd want to hear
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Over again
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"What a genius!
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Their way with words and melody!"
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Just like me they read you wrong
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In an old familiar song we'd want to hear
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Over again
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Old Familiar Song
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| Rebecca Martin |
