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(Marty Balin) |
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The summer had inhaled |
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And held its breath too long |
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The winter looked the same |
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As if it never had gone |
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And through an open window |
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Where no curtain hung |
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I saw you, |
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I saw youComin' back to me |
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One begins to read between |
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The pages of a look |
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The shape of sleepy music |
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And suddenly you're hooked |
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Through the rain upon the trees |
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The kisses on the run |
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I saw you, |
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I saw youComin' back to me |
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You came to stay and live my way |
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Scatter my love like leaves in the wind |
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You always say you won't go away |
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But I know what it always has been |
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It always has been |
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A transparent dream |
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Beneath an occasional sigh |
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Most of the time |
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I just let it go by |
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Now I wish it hadn't begun |
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I saw you, yes, |
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I saw youComin' back to me |
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Strolling the hills |
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Overlooking the shore |
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I realize |
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I've been here before |
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The shadow in the mist |
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Could have been anyone |
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I saw you, |
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I saw youComin' back to me |
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Small things like reasons |
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Are put in a jar |
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Whatever happened to wishes |
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Wished on a star? |
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Was it just something |
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That I made up for fun? |
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I saw you, |
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I saw youComin' back to me |