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Down on the lower east sideIn the dirtiest apartment you could findYou took me up to your placeBut the elevator threw me into spaceAnd I really didn't even askWhat time it wasI could tell 'er we'd draw the curtain backIt's sweetHow you believeYou're in love with meYou're in love with meYou come 'round, open the gateTo a million empty bottles on the sinkYou can over think any thing you wantBut it really doesn't matter'Cause it's sweetTo believeYou're in love with meYou're in love with meIn the early nightI catch you starin'And you make a joke about itIt's sweetHow you believeYou're in love with meYou're in love with meIt's sweetHow you believeYou're in love with meYou're in love with me
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