| I get dressed up in my winter clothes
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| And step outside to look at the roses
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| But they’re all covered in the morning snow
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| Just open your heart and the world
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| Will carry you home tonight, it will
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| I get dressed up in my summer clothes
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| And step outside to look at the roses
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| But they’re all covered in their sharper thorns
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| Just open your eyes and the world
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| Will follow you home tonight, it will
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| Well, let’s put on our raincoats
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| And drench ourselves in England’s weather
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| Just to know we’re free
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| And we’ll bury our heads down
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| Beneath the old oak tree, just you and me
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| But please
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| Oh, don’t take this broken heart of mine
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| It’s the only beat that I have left
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| That’s pulsing through this empty chest
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| And I don’t know where I should begin
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| I get dressed up in my autumn clothes
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| And step outside to pick up the leaves
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| And I cannot believe the whole year has gone
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| I open my arms to embrace you
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| It’s time to go right back to the start
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| Well, let’s put on our raincoats
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| And drench ourselves in England’s weather
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| Just to know we’re free
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| And we’ll bury our heads down
|
| Beneath the old oak tree, just you and me
|
| But please
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| Oh, don’t take this broken heart of mine
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| It’s the only beat that I have left
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| That’s pulsing through this empty chest
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| And I don’t know where I should begin |