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Bus Stop
by The Hollies (1966)
bought, bought, grows, grows, insane, insane, it,
it, it, it, melting, mine, mine, now, queue, romance, same, same, say, say, shine,
shine, started, stop, stop, true, umbrella, umbrella, umbrella, umbrella,
umbrella, vow
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Bus stop,
wet day, she's there, I _________
Please
share my _________
Bus stop,
bus goes, she stays, love _________
Under my _________
All that
summer we enjoyed_________
Wind and
rain and _________
That
umbrella, we employed _________
By
August, she was _________
Every
morning I would see her waiting at the _________
Sometimes
she'd shop and she would show me what she _________
All the
people stared as if we were both quite _________
Someday my
name and hers are going to be the _________
That's
the way the whole thing _________
Silly but
it's _________
Thinking
of a sweet _________
Beginning
in a _________
Came the
sun the ice was _________
No more
sheltering _________
Nice to
think that that _________
Led me to
a _________
Every
morning I would see her waiting at the _________
Sometimes
she'd shop and she would show me what she _________
All the
people stared as if we were both quite _________
Someday
my name and hers are going to be the _________
Bus stop,
wet day, she's there, I _________
Please
share my _________
Bus stop,
bus goes, she stays, love _________
Under my _________
All that
summer we enjoyed
_________
Wind and
rain and _________
That
umbrella, we employed _________
By
August, she was _________
Answers:
Bus stop,
wet day, she's there, I say
Please
share my umbrella
Bus stop,
bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that
summer we enjoyed it
Wind and
rain and shine
That
umbrella, we employed it
By
August, she was mine
Every
morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes
she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
All the
people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday
my name and hers are going to be the same
That's
the way the whole thing started
Silly but
it's true
Thinking
of a sweet romance
Beginning
in a queue
Came the
sun the ice was melting
No more
sheltering now
Nice to
think that that umbrella
Led me to
a vow
Every
morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes
she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
All the
people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday
my name and hers are going to be the same
Bus stop,
wet day, she's there, I say
Please
share my umbrella
Bus stop,
bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that
summer we enjoyed
it
Wind and
rain and shine
That
umbrella, we employed it
By
August, she was mine
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