| It’s a lazy afternoon
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| And the beetle bugs are zoomin'
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| And the tulip trees are bloomin'
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| And there’s not another human in view
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| But us two.
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| It’s a lazy afternoon
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| And the farmer leaves his reapin'
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| In the meadow cows are sleepin'
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| And the speckled trout stop leapin' up stream
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| As we dream.
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| A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill
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| Unfoldin' like a rose
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| If you hold my hand and sit real still
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| You can hear the grass as it grows.
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| It’s a hazy afternoon
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| And I know a place that’s quiet, 'cept for daisies running riot
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| And there’s no one passing by it to see
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| Come spend this lazy afternoon with me |