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The steps he took were nice and easy. |
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He never knew he could stumble and go down. |
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As he saw the buildings and the mountains crumble, |
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Over the road he would take to the town. |
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He said, ``next year i'm coming back, i'll see you later.'' |
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It takes longer when you're far away. |
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There's a tale which says he was pursued by an assassin. |
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What he knows of that, no-one can tell. |
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How close he came to the trapper, |
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But he stopped by a wishing well. |
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He said, ``next year there will be many flowers, |
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Each one much brighter than the one before.'' |
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As he turned he caught the feeling, |
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And he smiled as he walked down the road. |
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All my days they are filled with meaning, |
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But i have yet to fathom the code. |
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But next year i'll call the tune and it won't be easy, |
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The timing's all out of place with how you feel. |
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Next year i'm coming back, i'll see you later. |
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It takes longer when you are far away. |
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Next year there will be many flowers, |
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Each one much brighter than the one before. |
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Next year i'll call the tune and it won't be easy, |
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The timing's all out of place with how you feel. |