| Pa, parara, papa, pararara
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| Pa, parara, papa, pararara
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| Papa, parara, papa, pararara
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| Sixty eight at twenty one
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| The girl has risen with the sun
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| It’s a white paint mornin' now
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| That the fog is gone
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| It’s a bright, dumb founded dawn
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| (Hey)
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| She lays down out on the lawn
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| And the new day wakes
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| And turns to confront the clock
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| And down, the little town
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| All squared away
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| Don’t it make you want to cry all day?
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| And gone, washed by the wind
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| Crushed by the clouds
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| It’s where the land end and the day begins
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| «Is this normal?» |
| She asks allowed
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| As she sifted through the crowd
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| Through her tears
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| And her strong morning perfume
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| It seems that life’s just not correct
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| (Hey)
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| From the observation deck
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| And she sits frozen in her bus seat
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| All the way
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| And down, the little town
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| All locked away
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| Don’t it make you want to cry all day?
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| And gone, washed by the wind
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| Crushed by the clouds
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| It’s where the land end and the day begins
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| Ooh
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| Statues and flowers
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| The crest fallen leaves
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| (Hey)
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| The minutes and hours yea
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| As ours gently leaves
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| And down, the little town
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| All squared away
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| Don’t it make you want to cry all day?
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| And gone, washed by the wind
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| Crushed by the clouds
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| It’s where the land end and the day begins
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| And down, the little town
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| All squared away
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| Don’t it make you want to cry all day?
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| And gone, yea gone
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| Yea, yea, yea gone
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| (Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
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| Don’t it make you, cry, cry, cry all day
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| Ooh |