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Downtown in the fall |
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Across the sidewalks |
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Leaves will all make fossils left behind |
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Balancing your life |
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This way against mine |
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I know you're in me somewhere |
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I have the marks to prove of this |
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Closer to the sun |
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Out in the open farm |
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To the reason of this growing I will come |
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And you will be near |
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And I am not old |
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When we are close together, we are young |
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If I had no arms to fold into |
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If I had joys to breathe back to you |
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Surely this would slow the life of mine |
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Surely this could stop the love of mine |
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Far from everyone |
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Down where the river runs |
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To the reason for this valley I will come |
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And wash myself there |
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Of all of my cares |
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Through mystery and water there is love |
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There is love |
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If I had no arms to fold into |
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If I had joys to breathe back to you |
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Surely this would slow the life of mine |
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Surely this could stop the love of mine |
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If I had no arms to fold into |
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If I had joy to breathe back to you |
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Surely this would slow the life of mine |
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Surely this could stop the love of mine |
