Every night I sit here by my window
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Staring at the lonely avenue
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Watching lovers holding hands and laughing
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And thinking about the things we used to do
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(Thinking about things) like a walk in the park
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(Things) like a kiss in the dark
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(Things) like a sailboat ride
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What about that night you cried
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(Things) like a lover's vows
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(Things) that we don't do now
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Thinking bout the things we used to do
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Now memories are all I have to cling to
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And heartaches are the friends I'm talking to
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When I'm not thinking about how much I love you
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Well I'm thinking about the things we used to do
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(Thinking about things) like walkin' in the park...
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Heartaches are the friends I'm talking to
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I'm thinking about the things we used to do
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Oh staring at that lonely avenue
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| Johnny Tillotson |
