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Funny day |
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looking for laughter and finding it there |
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Sunny day |
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braiding wild flowers and leaves in my hair |
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Picked up a pencil and wrote |
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"I love you" in my finest hand |
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Wanted to send it |
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but I don't know where I stand |
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Telephone |
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even the sound of your voice is still new |
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All alone in California and talking to you |
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And feeling too foolish and strange to |
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say the words that I had planned |
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I guess it's too early |
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cause I don't know where I stand |
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Crickets call |
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courting their ladies in star-dappled green |
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Thickets tall |
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until the morning comes up like a dream |
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All muted and misty |
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so drowsy now I'll take what sleep I can |
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I know that I miss you |
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but I don't know where I stand |
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I know that I miss you |
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but I don't know where I stand |