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In the evening, afternoon |
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Feel so tired 'cause there's nothing to do |
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But wish the fireflies would come home soon |
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Took a walk up into the hills |
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Brought a book and a bottle of pills |
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Waded through the grass beneath the trees |
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Don't ask me how |
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Take your time, we'll arrive somehow |
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You have the look of flowers that are looked at |
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Sang you and myself to sleep |
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Every night feels like a week |
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Don't know if I should run or should I stay |
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Laid and listened to the traffic die |
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Sad voices trying to tell me lies |
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Don't pay them any mind |
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They'll disappoint you |
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Don't ask me now |
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Take your time, we'll arrive somehow |
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You have the look of flowers that are looked at |
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Love comes, and it fades away |
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Like the sun moving through the day |
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That's why I'll always love you |
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In the morning |