There's a place where we hung out
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At The Sunset Marquis
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And I miss the way your hand felt
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Resting on my knee
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It was one of the few times
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I didn't want to change a thing
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And the way the light hit your face just right
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Was like a movie, a movie
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And the way you laughed
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Well it warmed the draft
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Running through me, through me
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And I wanna go back to try and unwind
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A couple is snapping at each other
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Like dirty old rubber bands
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While a waitress in a cat suit
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Is starting to expand
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I draw a line around your finger
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Like a wedding band
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Then I scribble down some poetry
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On a book of matches
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Cause I realise I am sitting with
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One of the finest catches
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And suddenly in the background it was you
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Playing on that radio
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Burning on that stereo
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In the bar at The Sunset Marquis
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There was a party in my head
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Where did everybody go?
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One night in the blue light
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I sat there all alone
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And I tried to remember
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The smell of your coat
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Then I touched my hand and I
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Whispered into my own ear, my own ear
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In the background something familiar
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Something was so clear, so clear
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And I realised that it was me
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Playing on that radio
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Burning on that stereo
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In the bar at The Sunset Marquis singing 'bout
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All the laughs we once had darling
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Oh the way it felt to me
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In the bar at The Sunset Marquis
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The Sunset Marquis
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| Vonda Shepard |
