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Winter In - Gene Clark |
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Blackbird was in the field |
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And the sun was getting dim |
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The breeze running through the trees |
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Like an organ in a hymn |
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Thoughts were suspended |
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Like a leaf out on a limb |
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Fire was burning low |
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And the winter coming in |
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Now some music was playingIn the background of the night |
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Some friends from around came in |
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And they all said things were high |
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And we spoke of a stranger |
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That we all met on the way |
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Who said there was danger in those |
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Who watch out for their greed |
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Now the summer is past the grain |
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And the river getting high |
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It's amazing a month can bring |
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So many things that can get by |
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The old ways were drowning |
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To the new ones with a sighIt seems so incredible |
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That sometimes |
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I could cry |