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 you 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
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i wont let go
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even if you say so
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oh no
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i've tried and tried with no results
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i wont let go
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i wont let go
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he then played every song from 1993
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the crowd applauded as he curtsied bashfully
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your eyelashes tickle 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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ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off
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ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off
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ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off
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ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off
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ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off
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(This Is) The Dream Of Evan And Chan
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The Postal Service |