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Spring was never waiting for us, girl |
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it ran one step ahead |
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as we followed in the dance. |
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Between the parted pages |
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we were pressed, |
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in love's hot, fevered iron |
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like a striped pair of pants. |
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Mac Arthur's Park is melting in the dark |
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all the sweet green icing flowing down |
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someone left the cake out in the rain |
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I don't think that I can take it |
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'cause it took so long to bake it |
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and I'll never have that recipe again |
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Oh, nooo! |
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I recall the yellow cotton dress |
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foaming like a wave |
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on the ground beneath your knees |
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birds like tender babies in your hands |
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and the old men playing |
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Chinese checkers |
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by the trees |
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Mac Arthur's Park is melting in the dark |
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all the sweet green icing flowing down |
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someone left the cake out in the rain |
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I don't think that I can take it |
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'cause it took so long to bake it |
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and I'll never have that recipe again |
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Oh, nooo! |
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There'll be another song for me |
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and I will sing it |
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there'll be another dream for me |
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someone will bring it |
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I will drink the wine while it is warm |
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and never let you catch me |
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looking at the sun, oh yeah |
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and after all the loves of my life |
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after all loves in my life |
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you'll be the one |
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I will take my life into my hands |
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and I will use it |
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I will win the worship in their eyes |
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and I will lose it |
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I will have the things that I desire |
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and my passion flow |
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like rivers through the sky |
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oh and after all the loves in my life |
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after all the loves in my life |
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you'll still be the one |
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and I'll ask myself why. |
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Mac Arthur's Park is melting in the dark |
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all the sweet green icing flowing down |
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someone left the cake out in the rain |
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I don't think that I can take it |
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'cause it took so long to bake it |
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and I'll never have that recipe again |
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Oh, nooo! |
