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Today the grass is like another green |
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Straight from heaven's garden, like you've never seen |
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At first glance it's like this place is on fire |
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But it's just time for this dew to expire |
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Most of the days I'm down near the sea |
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People say they're not seeing me |
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I miss them as much as they miss me |
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I miss them just like they miss me |
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Now yesterday I think he might have called |
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To say "Hey," or just to get us all |
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To get together on a Saturday |
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To take some time come down your way |
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Now, he lives over on the north Side |
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He can walk, doesn't need a ride |
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I wouldn't pick him up anyway |
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It's not not my town, I don't know the way |
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I see him out my window |
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On a very different street |
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Where leaves fall up in the spring time |
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And the sun sets in the east |
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I'm always late whem I'm visiting |
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I can't remember where the station is |
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What time will you be coming in? |
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What time will you be coming in? |
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I wish my town had an airport |
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In 15 minutes we'd be at my door |
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Use the time for a walk and some wine |
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But these days I'm trying not to think about time |
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I see him out my window |
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On a very different street |
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Where leaves fall up in the spring time |
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And the sun sets in the east |
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We hang out in the garden |
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Away from phone calls, strip malls, I don't want to leave you behind |
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It's just that grayed-out horizon |
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Hey, don't you think it's time? |
