| Spring was never waitin', for us girl
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| It ran one step ahead
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| As we followed in the dance
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| Between the parted pages, that were pressed
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| In love’s hot fevered iron
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| Like a striped pair of pants
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| MacArthur’s Park is meltin' through the dark
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| All the sweet green icing flowing down
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| Someone left the cake out in the rain
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| I don’t think that I can take it
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| 'Cause it took so long to bake it
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| And I’ll never have that recipe again
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| Oh, no
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| I recall the yellow cotton dress
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| Foamin' like a wave
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| On the ground around your knees
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| The birds, like tender babies in your hands
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| And the old men playing checkers
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| By the trees
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| MacArthur’s Park is meltin' through the dark
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| All the sweet green icing flowin' down
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| Someone left the cake out in the rain
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| I don’t think that I can take it
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| 'Cause it took so long to bake it
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| And I’ll never have that recipe again
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| Oh, no
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| There will be another song for me
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| For I will sing it
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| There will be another dream for me
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| Someone will bring it
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| I will drink the wine while it is warm
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| And never let you catch me lookin' at the sun
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| And after all the loves, of my life
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| After all the loves, of my life
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| You’ll still be the one
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| MacArthur’s Park is meltin' through the dark
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| All the sweet green icing flowin' down
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| Someone left the cake out in the rain
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| I don’t think that I can take it
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| 'Cause it took so long to bake it
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| And I’ll never have that recipe again
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| Oh, no |