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still, i think of you, baby
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and how i grew old with you then
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and this summer, you'll call - maybe
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and act as if we were old friends
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you'd say, "how are you, baby?"
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i'd say, "it's raining in athens."
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it's raining in athens

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and to this day, i nurse the fever
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that's spoiled my poor heart
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and i've mastered the art of dealing
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slipping away without falling apart
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so when this summer, you call - maybe
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and ask how i've been
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i can be honest and answer plainly
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"since november, it's been raining."
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it's raining in athens