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GWalking down Brick Lane, Gmfeeling blue FWinds blowing Fmlightly and CI pictFure Cyou. GSweet Sunday morning, Gmwith nothing to do. FLove is like a Fmdream, when it's Cjust me Fand Cyou.
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GOpen my window, Gmsing me a song. FBaby can't you see that Fmthis is wChere I FbelCong WitGh your hand in my hand, Gmstill feel feel the love FReally wish that we could Fmgo back to the wCay that Fit Cwas.
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They say Dmif it doesn't kill you Amit'll make you sGtrongeFr. Oh, but DmI can't be withoutAm you any GlongerF. FEverytime I let it go, Gbaby it's Amyou. GNothing comCpares Fto Gyou. GNothing comCpares Fto Gyou.
Sweet sunday morning, all by myself. Hard love what we've done, when with anyone else. Watch my mascara dripping down. Baby how did we end up like this? Where are you now? They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger. Oh, but I can't be without you any longer. Everytime I let it go, baby it's you. Nothing compares to you. Nothing compares to you.