The light is fading in the park,
It's alright,
I'll walk with
Where the cars go by,
All the day and night,
Why don't
Is there something I should know?
Something you won't tell me?
I
Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack
This love
This love is a strange love
A faded kind of
I was thinking what I'd say
For I found out when
This love
This love is a strange love
A faded kind of
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