| My hope was just in season and that’s the truth of it
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| As I looked up at the clouds and called them by what I did
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| Naming the stars after the shapes that they saw there
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| Light up the moon with our mouths and shouted once again
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| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah ha
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| Under our breath we muttered curses at the passer-bys
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| Turned the curses so they rhyme and called them lullabies and
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| Sing ourselves to slumber sneaking somewhere
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| There’s a sleep we sought way back when
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| W-w-w,-w-w-w,-w-w-w, -w-when w-w-w,-w-w-w,-w-w-w, -w when
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| Just sneakin somewhere in the song upon which we rely
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| To keep our arms and bodies precariously entwined and
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| As I moved to the spot where you had just been
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| My mind and body turn and we begin again
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| A la la, a la la, a la la, again
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| A la la, a la la, a la la, again
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| Again oh babe well
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| Cause even you can find a shoulder to lean upon
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| Some other vouchered social soldier without uniform and
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| He will look you in the eyes and you would feel at home
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| And then the moment had passed and you were once again a
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| A la la, a la la, a la la, alone
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| A la la, a la la, a la la, alone
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| A la la, a la la, a la la, alone
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| A la la, a la la, a la la la la lone
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| Oooh oh babe well
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| You will find me in a stance in empty arms
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| Shaking my head and sneaking glances for you in the crowd
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| At the passer-bys
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| Shaking my head like we used to do in better times
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| T-t-tuh, t-t-tuh, t-t-t-better times
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| T-t-tuh, t-t-tuh, t-t-t-better times |