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Spring was never waiting for us, girl |
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It ran one step ahead |
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As we followed in the dance |
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Between the parted pages and were pressed |
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In love's soft, fevered iron |
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Like a strip of golden sands |
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MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark |
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All the sweet green icing flowing down |
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Someone left the cake out in the rain |
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Well I don't think that I can take it |
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'Cause it took so long to bake it |
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I'll never have that recipe again |
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Oh, no |
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I recall the yellow cotton dress |
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Flowing like a wave |
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On the ground around your knees |
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Birds, like tender babies in your hands |
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Like an old men playing checkers |
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By the trees |
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MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark |
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All the sweet green icing flowing down |
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Someone left the cake out in the rain |
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Well I don't think that I can take it |
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'Cause it took so long to bake it |
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I'll never have that recipe again |
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Oh, no |
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There will be another song for me |
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For I will sing it |
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There will be another dream for me |
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Someone will bring it |
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I will drink the wine while it is warm |
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Never let you catch me looking at the sun |
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And after all the loves of my life |
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After all the loves of my life |
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I'm thinking of you, and wondering why |
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MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark |
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All the sweet green icing flowing down |
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Someone left the cake out in the rain |
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Well I don't think that I can take it |
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'Cause it took so long to bake it |
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I'll never have that recipe again |
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Oh, no |
