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No you're not alone, |
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The sun pours in slow, |
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The hinges creek, |
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Now the sparrows know, |
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And flash their wings. |
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These mornings, these mornings. |
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No you're not alone, |
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The valley is flushed and warm, |
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And breaths a lazy mist, |
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Take your time with it, |
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All of it, |
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And what we miss we miss, |
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And what we see is what we get. |
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Down the red dirt path, |
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Me and my true love, |
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We thought we'd have forever, |
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And now we hurry on, |
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And what we miss we miss we miss, |
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And what we see is what we get, |
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And what we miss we miss we miss, |
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And what we see under the sun is what we get. |
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And in the knurled paths, |
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Just me and my.. |
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We used to see the forest |
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Now we see the trees, |
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We know where this is going. |
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Down the red dirt path, |
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Me and my true love, |
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We thought we'd have forever, |
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And now we hurry on, |
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And what we miss we miss we miss, |
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And what we see is what we get, |
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And what we miss we miss we miss, |
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And what we see under the sun is what we get. |
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No you're not alone, |
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The valley is flushed and warm, |
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No you're not alone, |
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You're not alone, |
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On a lazy mist, |
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Take your time with it, |
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Take your time with it, |
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All of it, |
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All of it. |
