It was a hot and sultry day somewhere in early September.
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I don't hardly remember the day, just the way the sun beat down upon the bay, baby.
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I did not even need to know your name,
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it was, oh, so plain to see that you had eyes for me.
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Halfway open, halfway closed, half-naked eyes for me, baby.
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It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair.
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A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I.
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And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died.
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Oh, the lights of the city were close at hand. I might just as well have been another man.
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You might just as well have been another girl.
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It might just as well have been another world.
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It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair.
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A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I.
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And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died.
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Oh, slow burning love. You were smoking up that day, some kind of hot...
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It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair.
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A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I.
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And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died.
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Slow Burning Love
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| James Taylor |
