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Cassandra Wilson - Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most |
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Spring this year has got me feeling |
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Like a horse that never left the post |
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I lie in my room |
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Staring up at the ceiling |
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Spring can really hang you up the most |
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Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers |
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And to them I'd like to make a toast |
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But I walk in the park |
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Just to kill the lonely hours |
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Spring can really hang you up the most |
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All afternoon the birds twitter-twitt |
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I know the tune. This is love, this is it |
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Heard it before |
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and don't I know the score |
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And I've decided that spring is a bore |
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Love seems sure around the new year |
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Now it's April. Love is just a ghost |
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Spring arrived on time |
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Only what became of you, dear? |
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Spring can really hang you up the most |
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Spring can really hang you up the most |
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Love came my way. I thought it would last |
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We had our day, now it's all in the past |
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Spring came along, a season of song |
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Full of sweet promise |
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But something went wrong |
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Doctors once prescribed a tonic |
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Sulfur and molasses was the dose |
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Didn't help one bit |
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My condition must be chronic |
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Spring can really hang you up the most |
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All alone, the party is over |
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Old man winter was a gracious host |
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But when you keep praying |
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For snow to hide the clover |
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Spring can really hang you up the most |
