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But I'll never sleep like this |
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With all the yard just stirring in my mind |
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As the evening rises up and falls now |
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I've got something on my mind |
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And I see, you're working on a Tuesday |
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Back with no relief |
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And I see, I'm walking everywhere |
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Among the drifting leaves |
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And I want you more than ever |
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And I want you still forever |
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But I'm waiting for the very last departing train |
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And the night has come so softly |
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To this afternoon of memory |
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Listen to my words just fade away |
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La da, da, da |
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And I want you more than ever |
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And I want you still forever |
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But I'm waiting for the very last departing train |
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And the night has come so softly |
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To this afternoon of memory |
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Listen to my words just fade away |
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La da, da, da |
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Here with Douglas Crecent on my mind |