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Everything is going brightly now |
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Everything is going straight |
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But you know I must think twice right now |
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It's really getting quite late |
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CHORUS: |
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And I must take my leave of you now |
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There's someone I've got to see |
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There's no more that I can give to you now |
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Because somebody counts on me |
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Sleepy mornings in the summer |
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You have been good to me it's true |
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But you know I can't sit any longer |
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There's more to summer days than you |
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CHORUS |
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It doesn't matter what news you have to tell me |
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Or what songs you have to sing |
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Or what goods you have to sell me |
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Or even what goods you have to bring |
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CHORUS |
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Someday when all my work is over |
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And all my songs are sung |
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And there's nothing more to bother me |
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Then I'll do some counting in return |
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And I must take my leave of you now |
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There's somewhere I'v got to be |
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There's no more that I can give to you now |
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Because somebody counts on me |
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REPEAT CHORUS |
