| Summertime in the city, God I love this city
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| The way she puts you up, puts you down, steals your soul away
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| But, it’s Saturday night, Sunday morning
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| I’m in the arms of my angel
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| And I can’t help this feeling
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| We’ll be together again
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| Should’ve walked away from you
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| Should’ve walked away, I know
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| Should’ve walked away from you
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| Should’ve waled away, I know
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| Away from you
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| My body, how it’s aching
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| But I can feel no pain
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| For I have to love you
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| It’s always been this way
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| Baby, you and I were born to win
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| I said baby, you and I will be together yet again
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| Should’ve walked away from you
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| Should’ve walked away, I know
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| Should’ve walked away from you
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| Should’ve walked away, I know
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| Away from you
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| Walk away, walk away, walk away, yeah
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| Should’ve walked away from you
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| Should’ve walked away, I know
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| Should’ve walked away from you
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| Should’ve waled away, I know
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| Away from you
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| It’s Saturday night, Sunday morning
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| I’m in the arms of my angel
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| My angel, my little angel |