| Time, time, time, see what’s become of me
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| While I look around for my possibilities
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| I was so hard to please
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
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| Hear the Salvation Army band
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| Down by the riverside
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| There’s bound to be a better ride
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| Than what you’ve got planned
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| Carry your cup in your hand
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
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| Hang on to your hopes, my friends
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| That’s an easy thing to say
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| But if your hopes should pass away
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| Simply pretend that you can build them again
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| Look around
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| The grass is high
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| The fields are ripe
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| It’s the springtime of my life
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| And the sky is a hazy shade of winte
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| There’s a patch of snow on the ground
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| There’s a patch of snow on the ground
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| There’s a patch of snow on the ground
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| There’s a patch of snow on the ground |