In My Little Town I Grew Up Believing
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
It's all about you, it's about you, it's all about you baby,
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Sara spelled without an "H" was getting bored
Blue dusky waters that caught us that night,
She's got her ticket, I think she's gonna use it,
We'll do it all, everything, on our
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