| Tuesday, afternoon,
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| I’m just beginning to see,
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| Now I’m on my way,
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| It doesn’t matter to me,
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| Chasing the clouds away.
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| Something, calls to me,
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| The trees are drawing me near,
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| I’ve got to find out why
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| Those gentle voices I hear
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| Explain it all with a sigh.
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| I’m looking at myself, reflections of my mind,
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| It’s just the kind of day to leave myself behind,
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| So gently swaying thru the fairy-land of love,
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| If you’ll just come with me and see the beauty of
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| Tuesday afternoon.
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| Tuesday afternoon.
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| Tuesday, afternoon,
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| I’m just beginning to see,
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| Now I’m on my way,
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| It doesn’t matter to me,
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| Chasing the clouds away.
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| Something, calls to me,
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| The trees are drawing me near,
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| I’ve got to find out why
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| Those gentle voices I hear
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| Explain it all with a sigh. |