| Downtown in the fall
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| Across the sidewalks
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| Leaves will all make fossils left behind
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| Balancing your life
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| This way against mine
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| I know you’re in me somewhere
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| I have the marks to prove of this
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| Closer to the sun
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| Out in the open farm
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| To the reason of this growing I will come
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| And you will be near
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| And I am not old
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| When we are close together, we are young
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| If I had no arms to fold into
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| If I had joys to breathe back to you
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| Surely this would slow the life of mine
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| Surely this could stop the love of mine
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| Far from everyone
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| Down where the river runs
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| To the reason for this valley I will come
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| And wash myself there
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| Of all of my cares
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| Through mystery and water there is love
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| There is love
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| If I had no arms to fold into
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| If I had joys to breathe back to you
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| Surely this would slow the life of mine
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| Surely this could stop the love of mine
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| If I had no arms to fold into
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| If I had joy to breathe back to you
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| Surely this would slow the life of mine
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| Surely this could stop the love of mine |