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(Bruce Hornsby/John Hornsby) |
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The song came and went |
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Like the times that we spent |
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Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent |
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I'd laugh and he'd smile |
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And it would last for a while |
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You don't know what you got 'til you lose it all again |
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Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake |
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Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away |
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Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low |
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go |
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A cool evening dance |
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Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill |
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From the air 'til they play the last song |
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And I'll do my time |
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Keeping you off my mind but there's moments |
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That I find, |
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I'm not feeling so strong |
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Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake |
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Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away |
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Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low |
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go |
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Running down by the lakeshore |
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He did love the sound of a summer storm |
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It played on the lake like a mandolin |
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Now it's washing him away once again |
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Once again, once again |
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Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake |
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Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away |
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Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low |
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go |
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Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go |
