| There’s no need to act sorrow and anger
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| Is it really that hard to believe?
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| When you tried to tell me what you’re feeling
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| It’s only yourself you deceive
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| No, I never told you I was staying
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| No, I never told you I would stay
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| There’s just got to be more to my living
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| Than dreaming of our yesterday
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| You laughed when we met in the autumn
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| I cried when the winter was cold
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| And the spring touched your heart with its growing
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| But the summer was too hard to hold
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| Now the autumn leaves fall with the evening
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| And you tried to try to hang on to the sun
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| It’s hiding behind rain and thunder
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| And it’s time I was moving and gone
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| Yes, it’s time I was on my way
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| There is nothing more I can say
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| In a month maybe less
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| You’ll be laughing again
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| 'Til she says she must move on her way
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| 'Til she says she must move on her way
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| You are open and as soft as a flower
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| But changing and deep as the sea
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| It’s so easy for me to surrender
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| So hard to strike out and be free
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| Like a spider you weave webs of wonder
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| That float in the air around my head
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| To snare me and bury me under
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| 'Til all of my longings are dead
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| Yes, it’s time I was on my way
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| There is nothing more I can say
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| In a month maybe less
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| You’ll be laughing again
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| 'Til she says she must move on her way
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| 'Til she says she must move on her way
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| There’s no need to act sorrow and anger
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| Is it really that hard to believe?
|
| When you tried to tell me what you’re feeling
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| It’s only yourself you deceive
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| No, I never told you I was staying
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| No, I never told you I would stay
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| There’s just got to be more to my living
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| Than dreaming of our yesterday |