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WELL I LEARNED TO LOVE YOU BUT I CAN'T SAY
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WHEN.
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THIS MORNING WE WERE STRANGERS AND
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TONIGHT WE'RE ONLY FRIENDS.
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I'LL TAKE MY TIME TO KNOW YOU; I'LL TAKE MY TIME
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TO SEE
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THERE'S NOTHING THAT I WON'T SHOW YOU IF YOU
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TAKE YOUR TIME WITH ME.
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"HERE IN CALIFORNIA, THE FRUIT HANGS HEAVY ON
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THE VINE.
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THERE'S NO GOLD; I THOUGHT I'D WARN YA
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AND THE HILLS TURN BROWN IN SUMMERTIME."

IT'S AN OLD FAMILIAR STORY; AN OLD FAMILIAR RHYME.
TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON, TO EVERY PURPOSE THERE'S A TIME.
A TIME TO LOVE AND COME TOGETHER; A TIME WHEN LOVE LONGS FOR A NAME.
A TIME FOR QUESTIONS WE CAN'T ANSWER THOUGH WE ASK THEM JUST THE SAME.
"HERE IN CALIFORNIA, THE FRUIT HANGS HEAVY ON THE VINE.
THERE'S NO GOLD; I THOUGHT I'D WARN YA
AND THE HILLS TURN BROWN IN SUMMERTIME."