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AI walked you to the corner we stood beside the bus DAnd the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us ATypical summer that time of year When you Dgo back to Toronto and I stay here EAnd I'll miss the way you wake up DAnd the way that you sigh EAnd I'll missD the Away you turn your head away when you cry EI don't think this time will fly
AHere coDmes the sad nights again HeBmre comesD theE saAd nights again