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Closed my account with reality the day we met When I saw you on the courthouse steps I thought our golden moment was pre-arranged I tried to call you but your number had changed You came over with a jacket over your shoulder Made you look like Patti Smith I heard you say your Christian name was Bonnie Brae And I never thought to ask ya who you were with And then you were gone And then you were gone Gone with the elevator Gone with the morning paper Gone Gone like a D train I will see ya around, I will see ya later Gone Into the arms of the summer The arms of the summertime I've got some reasons to care about where you are I've got the numbers right here I hear you call and I falter like a falling star I get disheartened when you disappear Now that you're gone And now that you're gone Gone with the elevator Gone with the morning paper Gone Gone like a D train I will see ya around, I will see ya later Gone Into the arms of the summer The arms of the summertime But life's a gas And I'm sure that we can stay friends It's just another morning And if I ever see you again We'll pretend this never happened Closed my account with reality the day we met When I saw you on the courthouse steps I thought our golden moment was pre-arranged I tried to call you but your number had changed And then you were gone And then you were gone |