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1. BuAms stop, wet Gday, sheAm's there, GI say, pAmlease sharGe my umbreAmllaG.
BAmus stop, bus Ggoes, sheAm stays, lGove groAmws, underG my umbrAmella.
ACll that sumGmer we enjFoyed it ,Am wind and Frain and sGhine
Am That umbrGella, Amwe employeGd it, Amby August,G she wasAm mine
ECvery morning IB7 would see her wEmaiting at the sAmtop,
sometimes she'd shoppedB7 and she would show me
what she boEmught.
OthCer people stB7ared as if weEm were both quite iAmnsane
somedayB7 my name and hers are going to be Emthe same.
2. ThaAmt's tGhe way the whAmole thing starGted, sillyAm butG it'Ams tGrue,
Am thinkingG of a swAmeet roGmance begiAmnning iGn a queAmue.
CaCme the sGun the iceAm was meltingF, no Ammore shFeltering Gnow.
NAmice to thiGnk thaAmt that umbrGellaAm led me tGo a vAmow.
+ CHORUS + repeat verse 1
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