| There’s a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind
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| Remembers when there was a time when we danced
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| And we laughed spent some time drinking wine
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| And somewhere in there there’s a little child without a thought
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| Without a doubt that every cloud is silver lined
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| He is warm and everything is new and everything is clean
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| And everything is free and there were still so many things to see
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| So many things so many things left to be very small drop in the
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| Middle of the big sea of high and mighty things
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| Your fascination for larger than life your brand new appetite
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| As though we’d invented it and we danced
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| There’s a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind
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| Remembers things perhaps as they should have been
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| Rather than the lies rather that the cruelty
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| That sometimes we were guilty of as everybody knows
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| We were only young and really couldn’t have known
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| We were very young and though it’s nice to know there’s a place to go
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| There’s still so many things left to see
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| Little drop in the middle of the big sea of high and mighty things
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| Your fascination for larger than life your brand new appetite
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| And there’s springtime in my mind and I’d rather be alive
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| As though we’d invented it and we danced
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| It could have been the longest time and I’ll remember it
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| You don’t know what’s in store when we laugh |