| I can draw a straight line
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| Through my mind
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| Right back to the good times
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| Back when all the stars were aligned
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| Before all the paperwork got signed
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| It’s like a straight shot
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| Through the backyards and the vacant lots
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| Through the varied chambers of my heart
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| To the part of town that even you seem to have forgot
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Now it’s just a short ride
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| Over to the east-side
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| It’s where my true love
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| Still resides
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| Where all my dreams go to die
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| And my life is just around the bend
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| And these broken hearts can mend
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| It just takes time, time, time
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| It takes time, time, time
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ours was the tale
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| That never would end
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| Doors were gonna open
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| And rules were gonna bend
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| Now it doesn’t matter
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| Who they send
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| Can’t hold a candle to you
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| My fair-weather best friend
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| Now I’m stuck in the slow lane
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| On the useless side of my brain
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| The one that drives
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| A thinking man insane
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| Wishing his circumstances
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| Never have to change
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| And my life is just around the bend
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| And these broken hearts can mend
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| It just takes time, time, time
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| It takes time, time, time
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Now that i’m single, fine
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| I’ll walk a sentimental mile
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| Over blue mosaic tiles
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| Our souls did co-mingle for a little while
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| And my life is just around the bend
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| And these broken hearts can mend
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| It just takes time, time, time
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| It takes time, time, time
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| That’s why I draw a straight line
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| Through my mind
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| Right back to the good times
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| Back when all the stars were aligned
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| Before all the paperwork got signed
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| I make that quick line
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| Over to the east side
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| Where my true love
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| Still resides
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| Where all my dreams go to die |