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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string |
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I'd say that I had spring fever, but it isn't spring |
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I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing |
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O why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even spring |
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I keep wishing I were someone else, walking down a strange new street |
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And hearing words that I've never heard from a girl I've yet to meet |
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I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, |
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I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing |
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I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing |
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But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring |
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And that was I feel the way |
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It's not being today |
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But It might as well be spring. |