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stand here on the bridge with me |
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and look down below |
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see how high the river is |
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from all the melting snow |
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I think the river is laughing |
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like a thousand old ladies |
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like a thousand silver chimes in the wind |
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ah, when Spring comes |
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there's nothing you can hide |
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making all your feelings come alive |
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frozen toes and tons of clothes |
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in winter time is done |
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people are like flowers |
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they blossom in the sun |
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open up you flowers |
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tell us when and we'll follow you |
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la la la |
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ah, when Spring comes |
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there's nothing you can hide |
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making all your feelings come alive |
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so you open up |
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your windows and doors |
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and the sun and the breeze |
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streams across the floors |
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the river is rising |
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the birds are returning |
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the earth is promising |
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Love |
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(or something like that) |
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I don't know |
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talking with you on the road |
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I couldn't hear what you said |
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for there was honking in the heavens |
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honking overhead |
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but you can't fool me |
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I know that cars don't fly |
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la la la |
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ah, when Spring comes |
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there's nothing you can hide |
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making all your feelings come alive |
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and you feel so different inside |
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that you think that in winter |
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you must've been barely alive |
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the river is rising |
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the birds are returning |
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the earth is promising |
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Love |
|
(or something like that) |
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I don't know |
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I think I would read my books |
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if they weren't upside down |
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and I wasn't on the window ledge |
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dropping them on the ground |
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I think I'll get my bicycle out |
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down the road I'll sway |
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la la la |
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ah, when Spring comes |
|
there's nothing you can hide |
|
making all your feelings come alive |
|
so you open up |
|
your windows and doors |
|
and the sun and the breeze |
|
streams across the floors |
|
the river is rising |
|
the birds are returning |
|
the earth is promising |
|
Love |
|
(or something like that) |
|
I don't know |