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gchic: Counting the days
gchic: That's where I'll be
gchic: Another day
gchic: Just because it's Friday
gchic: In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
gchic: It feels like love, it feels like you
gchic: I have everything that I need
gchic: You have stolen my heart
gchic: Love is waiting
gchic: Musing lazily on love, pondering you
gchic: I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see
gchic: Your voice is the soundtrack of my summer
gchic: I got a pocketful of sunshine
gchic: Baby write this down