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Hold them up when the trees come back. |
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About the cup of wine surrounds me, |
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never can tell me it doesn't care. |
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So where are you when the trees come back? |
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I can't forget about the way you move, |
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the way you looked before you left. |
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I'm better of running to see you in your green shirt. |
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Walk through the city, the colored lights. |
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I'm better of running to see you in your green shirt. |
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Walk through the city, the colored lights. |
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So punish me now with those brand new eyes. |
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Wish you were here when the trees come back. |
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And the weather is nice this evening but I don't care. |
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I'm better of running to see you in your green shirt. |
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Walk through the city, the colored lights. |
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I'm better of running to see in your green shirt. |
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Walk through the city, the colored lights. |
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I'm better of running to see in your green shirt. |
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I'm better of running to see you. |
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So punish me now with those brand new eyes. |
