Well there will be times
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When the memories fade
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There will be words we've said
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We just can't take away
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I'm only saying
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That as time goes sailing on
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Nothing is forgotten baby
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Nothing is really gone
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I remember the nights in estoril
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A kiss and oh the never ending thrill
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And I remember the coming storm
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Oh and you my ove, how you kept me warm
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Well there will be times
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When we can't agree
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We can't help but see things
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A little differantly
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I'm only saying
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That as time goes sailing on
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How can something so right
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Ever be wrong
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I remember the nights in estoril
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A kiss and oh the never ending thrill
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And I remember the coming storm
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Oh and you my love, how you kept me warm
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Your hand reaching out to me
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Dark clouds gathering in their wake
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I've seen it all before
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But I've never felt it more
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This time there is no mistake
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Oh I remember
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And I remember the coming storm
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Oh and you my love, how you kept me warm
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I remember the nights in estoril
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A kiss and oh the never ending thrill
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And I remember the coming storm
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Oh and you my ove, how you kept me warm
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I remember
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Remember...
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Nights In Estoril
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| Fleetwood Mac |
