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A tunnel of love appeared that night
It's my favorite memory of you
Sittin' on that cold old bench
I'm starin' straight on through
I was just about to cry
When I couldn't reach you
I sat down, sighed a quiet sigh
Then you reached on through
A small little gesture
That meant so much, yeah
I'm shy I know, but I'm starin' at you
With a smile on my face
A single wave adds the allure
To your coming touch, yeah
And I only see us two
Will this memory ever erase?
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