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kitchen laughin ?bout How the world had done him so Then the postman burst his bubble With a letter from below And now it?s time, now it?s time Chorus
she pulled off that apron she wore. And with her hand in mine We turned off the sign And locked the rain outside the door Everytime that it rains I
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