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Fiddle tunes call the band |
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A simple melancholy melody |
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A new day mist |
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A soft pacific breeze |
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Now it's all coming back to me |
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About a stranger and it's real inside |
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Sometimes nowhere ain't make believe |
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Orchard girls know only of spring |
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My love is what this autumn brings |
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No in house rules just an old tin can |
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And a ladder made of stars to eden's dream |
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Like the silver ruse of a tree that sings |
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A thing so rare as not to know it's name |
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About a stranger and it's real inside |
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Sometimes nowhere ain't make believe |
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Orchard girls know only of spring |
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My love is what this autumn brings |
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I have found you lost among the willows |
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You have held me crying in your arms |
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I never could and now I can't leave well enough alone |
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What's a Saturday boy to do with Sunday |
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Here I am I've been gone away too long |
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Trying to find some time between tomorrow |
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How much is gone? |
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About a stranger and it's real inside |
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Sometimes nowhere ain't make believe |
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Orchard girls know only of spring |
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My love is what this autumn brings |
