| Where are you?
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| Where are you?
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| Who shares the frying pan with you
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| I move forward, these days forward
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| Did you stay, did security kick in?
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| Stags bellow in the Royal Park
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| I watch them throw their heads back
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| All hiding in the autumn mist
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| Oh lord I love this time of year
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| I love this time of year
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| So where are you
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| And who are you
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| Are you big waves, big sea, Atlantic blue
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| I kept moving, little nomad
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| Do you remember how that gypsy soul was you?
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| Stags bellow in the Royal Park
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| I watch them throw their heads back
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| All hiding in the autumn mist
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| Oh lord I love this time of year
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| I love this time of year
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| It takes me back to a time when you would come around
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| And throw your arms over my shoulders and dance me 'round
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| We’d sparkle and spiral right into and through each other
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| And then back to the ground
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| And all of my riches I would give
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| All of my poetry, all my songs I’m yet to sing
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| And all my words, all my secrets, all my riches
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| Everything I have just to feel that love like that
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| Could come around again
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| Gonna come around again
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| It’ll come around again
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| It could come around again
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| Can you come around again
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| Will you come around again
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| Will you come around again |