The sunbeam shines through my window
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Reflects a picture of me and you
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So happily that no one could ever know
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Paper dolls and magazines
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Baby pictures and movie scenes
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There's so many things that remind me of you
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Little blonde girls playing hopscotch
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Across from my street
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At their bus stop
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I bet those are the things that you used to do
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And as I sit back and watch tv
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Every program has a silly scene
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That I just can't escape thinking of you
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There are those things that I can live without
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But it doesn't phase me
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I just block it out
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You're the one I know for sure
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You're the one I've been searching for
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And after all is said and done
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I'll see you at my door
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Summer hangouts
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The days we had
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Sunday movies were not that bad
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To make up for the time that I missed you
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And I'll wait up by the phone for you
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To call me back after I called you
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But it seems sometimes I'll be waiting here forever
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If I know you
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You said you know me
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Because it all adds up like we're on tv
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Because it's good at first
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But then you run out of ideas
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And the truth only hurts
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When you're too proud to say it first
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But by then I already feel like it's too late
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There are those things that I can live without
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But it doesn't phase me
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I just block it out
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You're the one I know for sure
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You're the one I've been searching for
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And after all is said and done
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I'll see you at my door
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At my door
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I guess I can only see you next Sunday
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I guess I can only see you next Sunday
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I guess I can only see you next Sunday
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I guess I can only see you next Sunday
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Next Sunday
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The Youth Ahead |