It was familiar to me
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The smoke too thick to breathe
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The tile floors glistened
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I slowly stirred my drink
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And when he started to sing
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You spoke with broken speech
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That I could not understand
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And then you grabbed me tightly
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I wont let go, I wont let go
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Even if you say so, oh no
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I've tried and tried with no results
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I wont let go, I wont let go
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He then played every song from 1993
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The crowd applauded as
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He curtsied bashfully
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Your eyelashes tickled my neck
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With every nervous blink
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And it was perfect
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Until the telephone started
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Ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing off
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The Dream of Evan And Chan
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| The Postal Service |
