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I keep looking for your face |
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In the morning sun |
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Coming round the corner bend |
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It's that time of year again |
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When you should appear |
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Like apples red and clear |
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Between the green and my missing you |
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It's a melancholy time |
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It's a scent that's been refined |
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It's the air as sharp as waking |
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And I have seen your lion's mane |
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Shaking untamed without you |
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And your clothes laze |
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On other shoulders and legs |
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But they don't move like you used to |
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They're just misfits in your place |
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Looks like trouble's in the waiting |
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I keep looking for your light |
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There's no yellow in sight |
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A lifeless painting |
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I keep looking for your face |
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I keep looking for your face |
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I keep looking for your face |
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In the morning sun |
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Coming round the corner bend |
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It's that time of year again |
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I keep looking for your face |
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I keep looking for your face |
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I keep looking for your face |
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I keep looking for your face |
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I keep looking for your face |
