| No, you’re not alone
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| The sun pours in slow
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| The hinges creek
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| Now the sparrows know
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| And flash their wings
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| These mornings
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| These mornings
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| No, you’re not alone
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| The valley’s flushed and warm
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| And breathes a lazy mist
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| Take your time with it
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| All of it
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| And what we miss we miss
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| And what we see is what we get
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| Down the red dirt path
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| Me and my true love
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| We thought we’d have forever
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| And now we hurry on
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| And what we miss we miss we miss
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| And what we see is what we get
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| And what we miss we miss we miss
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| And what we see under the sun is what we get
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| And in the gnarled paths
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| Just me and my
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| We used to see the forest
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| Now we see the trees
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| We know where this is going
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| Down the red dirt path
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| Me and my true love
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| We thought we’d have forever
|
| And now we hurry on
|
| And what we miss we miss we miss
|
| And what we see is what we get
|
| And what we miss we miss we miss
|
| And what we see under the sun is what we get
|
| No, you’re not alone
|
| The valley’s flushed and warm
|
| No, you’re not alone
|
| You’re not alone
|
| High on a lazy mist
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| Take your time with it
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| Take your time with it
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| All of it
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| All of it |