| Squirrels playing in the trees
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| Two by two
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| Gonna try to live my life with ease
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| Without you
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| Seems so hard
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| To catch the moments
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| That are gone
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| Guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| Guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| Guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| And travel on
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| Little children stop and stare
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| As I play
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| They don’t know
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| And they don’t care
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| Just what I say
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| Now they’re here
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| But now they’ve gone away
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| I guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| Guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| Guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| And travel on
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| Maybe someday
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| When I am wandering
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| She’ll find me and call
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| Call me her own
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| But till that day
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| I wander like a river
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| Winding pathways
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| Leaving me drifting along
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| Halfway home
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| Looking at this worried world
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| What’s that I see
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| I see the eyes of a little girl
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| Reaching for me
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| Now she too has gone
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| I’ll just wander to the sea
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| Guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| I guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| I guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| And travel on
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| I guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| I guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| Guess I’m gonna pack my things
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| And travel on |