| Time, time, time
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| And see what’s become of me
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| While I look around
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| 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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| Could a Salvation Army band
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| Down by the riverside
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| It’s bound to be a better ride
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| Than what you’ve got planned
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| Carry a 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 the easy thing to say
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| 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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| Can’t decide
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| If it’s alright
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| It’s the springtime of my life, life, life'
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| Look around
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| Leaves are brown
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| And the sky, it’s a hazy shade of winter
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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 |