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It was just a quater mile
To your house in Kensington
It was always 95 degrees
Hey Julie

Walking to the swimming pool
Febuary back to school
All that summer you were cool
Hey Julie

I'm standing on the street of early sorrows

You never know just what you've lost
Until it's yours and then it's dust
But you remain and never trust
Hey Julie

I'm standing on the street of early sorrows