| Go to what goes back
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| From the wild
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| Follow it and stay there
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| Stuck in your shack
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| You see pointlessness all round
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| You can let me lay there
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| For a while
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| Carry on, left like roses
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| Piece by piece, by the side of the road
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| If you can’t collect yourself up from the one that you love
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| I know that Spring is coming
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| But I don’t know what Spring may bring
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| I can stick around and let you in on nothing
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| But out here swimming
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| Missing what it was
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| That bothered us on land
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| That bothered us in the Summertime
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| The season none of us could stand
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| Carry on, rotten roses
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| Left for no one
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| By the side of the road
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| If you can’t collect yourself up from the one that you love
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| You know how it goes |