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By Peter Cincotti, There's so much on my mind
And there's so much more
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By Peter Cincotti, Mazy checks her cell phone for the 32nd time
Slips into
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By Peter Cincotti, It was high July, another summer on the boardwalk
His skin
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By Peter Cincotti, Her name was Juliette
Some girl that I just met
For dinner
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By Peter Cincotti, Who's that face on today?s front page
Sticking to my shoe
Empty
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By Peter Cincotti, Like April snow blowin? around in Gramercy Park
The two of
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By Peter Cincotti, The trees on Golden Avenue were green as Irish morning
We
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By Peter Cincotti, I'm thinking about you
And I remember everything, all of us
I
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By Peter Cincotti, Just like Philadelphia
Freedom means a lot to me
In between the
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By Peter Cincotti, What are we supposed to do?
After all that we've been
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By Peter Cincotti, Ah well, he had nothing to lose, it was time
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By Peter Cincotti, Ringing phone wakes you up, pulling you away
I forgot the
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By Peter Cincotti, Time can fly, and days go by
It speeds, we can't
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By Peter Cincotti, Standing by the bedroom door
Leaning on the wall
Watching how you
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By Peter Cincotti, There?s no more to drink
But it doesn?t really matter
?Cause one
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By Peter Cincotti, No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to
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By Peter Cincotti, The question that I pose is really easy
It came to
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By Peter Cincotti, Bali Ha'i may call you
Any night and any day
In your
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By Peter Cincotti, Brave Indian warrior
Since first I met you
I can't forget you
Cherokee
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By Peter Cincotti, No one can buy tomorrow
No one can sell their sorrow
But
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By Peter Cincotti, Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet
Comes a
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By Peter Cincotti, (instrumental)
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By Peter Cincotti, Within the dark in the sky above, I see a
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By Peter Cincotti, Don't keep on asking where I've been
I'm not some guy
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By Peter Cincotti, I love Paris in the springtime
I love Paris in the
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By Peter Cincotti, It's been a while since I saw you
And I don't
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By Peter Cincotti, I raise my glass to our happy ending
I sip my
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By Peter Cincotti, Who do you think is comin' to town?
You'll never guess
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By Peter Cincotti, There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he
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By Peter Cincotti, You know I care for you
But pretend and lead me