| Once I was a sentimental thing
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| Threw my heart away each spring
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| Now a spring romance hasn’t got a chance
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| Promised my first dance to winter
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| All I’ve got to show’s a splinter for my little fling
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| Spring this year has got me feeling
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| Like a horse that never left the post
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| I lie in my room staring up at the ceiling
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| College boys are writing sonnets
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| In the «tender passion"they're engrossed
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| But I’m on the shelf with last year’s Easter bonnets
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| Love came my way, I hope it would last
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| We had our day, now that’s all in the past
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| Spring came along a season of sun
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| Full of sweet promise but something wrong
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| Love seemed sure around the New Year
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| Now it’s April, love is just a ghost
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| Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear?
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| All alone, the party’s over
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| Old man winter was a gracious host
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| But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover
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| Spring can really hang you up the most |