Bonnie Brae
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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

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