| Michael is you
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| He has your face
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| He still has your eyes
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| Remember
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| Peter is me
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| 'Cept when he smiles
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| And if you look
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| At them both
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| For a while
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| You can see
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| They are you
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| They are me This spring we had some heavy rain
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| By summer it was dry again
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| The roses that we planted last fall
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| Climb the wall
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| I think the house could use some paint
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| You know your mother’s such a saint
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| She takes the boys whenever she can
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| She sure needs a man
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| All those years I’ve worked for Santa Fe Never ever missed a single day
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| Just one more without a raise in pay
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| And I’m leavin'
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| And the air still has a country smell
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| And everyone is looking well
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| As far as anyone can tell
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| The sun will rise tomorrow
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| You’ll never believe how much they’re growin'
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| John Henry came to cut the lawn
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| Again he asked me where you’d gone
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| Can’t tell you all the times he’s been told
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| But he’s so old
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| Guess that’s all the news I’ve got today
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| Least that’s all the news that I can say
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| Maybe soon the words will come my way
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| Tomorrow
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| And the air still has a country smell
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| And everyone is looking well
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| As far as anyone can tell
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| The sun will rise tomorrow
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| You’ll never believe how much they’re growin'
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| You’ll never believe how much they’re growin'… |