| On certain Sundays in November
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| When the weather bothers me
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| I empty drawers of other summers
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| Where my shadows used to be
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| And she is standing by the water
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| As her smile begins to curl
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| In this or any other summer
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| She is something altogether different
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| Never just an ordinary girl
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| And in the evenings on Long Island
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| When the colors start to fade
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| She wears a silly yellow hat
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| That someone gave her when she stayed
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| I didn’t think that she returned it
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| We left New York in a whirl
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| Time expands and then contracts
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| When you are spinning in the grips of someone
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| Who is not an ordinary girl
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| And when you sleep
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| You find your mother in the night
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| But she stays just out of sight
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| So there isn’t any sweetness in the dreaming
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| And when you wake
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| The morning covers you with light
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| And it makes you feel alright
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| But it’s just the same hard candy
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| You’re remembering again
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| You send your lover off to China
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| Then you wait for her to call
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| You put your girl up on a pedestal
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| Then you wait for her to fall
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| I put my summers back in a letter
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| And I hide it from the world
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| All the regrets you can’t forget
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| Are somehow pressed upon a picture
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| In the face of such an ordinary girl
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| And when you sleep
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| You find your mother in the night
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| But she fades just out of sight
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| So there isn’t any sweetness in the dreaming
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| And when you wake
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| The morning showers you with light
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| And it makes you feel all right
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| But it’s just the same hard candy
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| You’re remembering again
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| Again, again, again, again
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| And it’s just the same hard candy
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| You’re remembering again
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| Again, again, again, again
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| And it’s just the same hard candy
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| You’re remembering again
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| Go ask her to come around
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| And see me late after dark
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| Don’t ask me to come around
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| Then wait to see if there’s a spark
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| Go ask her to come around
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| And see me late after dark
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| Don’t ask me to come around
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| Then make me wait to see the spark
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| Go ask her to come around
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| Late and see me after dark
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| Don’t ask me to come around
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| Then wait to if there is a spark
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| Go ask her to come around
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| Late and see me late after dark
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| Don’t ask me… |