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The things I used to like |
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I don't like any more |
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I want a lot of other things I've never had before |
| [00:19.05] |
It's just like my mamma says |
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I sit around and mourn |
| [00:26.96] |
Pretending that I am so |
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Wonderful and knowing I'm adored |
| [00:38.78] |
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm |
| [00:43.05] |
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string |
| [00:47.80] |
I'd say that I had spring fever |
| [00:52.08] |
But I know it isn't spring |
| [00:56.47] |
I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented |
| [01:00.91] |
Like a nightingale without a song to sing |
| [01:05.51] |
Oh, why should I have spring fever |
| [01:09.96] |
When it isn't even spring? |
| [01:14.66] |
I keep wishing I were somewhere else |
| [01:19.15] |
Walking down a strange new street |
| [01:23.65] |
Hearing words I have never heard |
| [01:28.18] |
From a man I've yet to meet |
| [01:35.95] |
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams |
| [01:41.14] |
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing |
| [01:46.20] |
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud |
| [01:50.63] |
Or a robin on the wing |
| [01:55.31] |
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way |
| [02:02.28] |
That it might as well be spring |
| [02:08.87] |
It might as well be spring |
