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Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through the window |
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And I know golden |
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June can turn an empty grey against your window |
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And I feel like |
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I'm on the outside of a circle |
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If I walk by the trees |
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I'll catch the falling leaves if the wind blows |
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And I know all this means is whiling on the hours watching side-shows |
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And I feel like |
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I'm on the outside of a circle |
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Will I turn my coat to the rain but |
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I don't know |
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I'm going somewhere |
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I can warm my bones |
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Fare you well |
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I'll carry me away |
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And sing for those |
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I know upon their birthdays |
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And I feel like |
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I'm on the outside |
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I won't feel like |
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I'm on the outside |
