| Hold me now this adulation
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| See me now
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| Oh it’s easy now
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| Falling like a silent paper
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| Holding on to what may be
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| And I only hear
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| Only hear the rain
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| And many rains turn to rivers
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| Winter’s here
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| And there ain’t nothing gonna change
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| The winds are blowing telling me all I hear
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| Oh it’s a funny time of year
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| There’ll be no blossom on the trees
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| Turning now I see no reason
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| The voice of love so out of season
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| I need you now
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| But you can’t see me now
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| I’m travelling with no destination
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| Still hanging on to what may be
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| It’s a funny time of year
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| I can see
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| There’ll be no blossom on the trees
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| And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
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| Oh it’s a funny time of year
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| There’ll be no blossom on the trees
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| Falling like a silent paper
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| Holding on to what may be
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| It’s a funny time of year
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| I can see
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| There’ll be no blossom on the trees
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| And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
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| It’s a funny time of year
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| I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees
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| Falling like a silent paper
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| Holding on to what may be
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| It’s a funny time of year
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| I can see
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| There’ll be no blossom on the trees
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| And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
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| It’s a funny time of year
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| I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees |