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Hoping that I see you on the street It's your kind of day Nothing has the color of your eyes Train leaving gray And i'll never love no one The way i loved you I never thought that love Could come true Driving round the city in your car Down low in the seat Coming home and getting into bed Smiling in your sleep I'll never love no one The way i loved you You've never loved no one Have you? Hoping that I see you on the street It's your kind of day Nothing has the color of your eyes Train leaving gray From Letras Mania