| Suddenly afternoons seem much longer
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| As I ponder the reason for these five paper mache walls
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| And suddenly perfect nails seem quite useless
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| As I undress for no one but the shower
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| We wore our love so proud
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| You wore that smile too loud
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| Suddenly afternoons make me call out
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| To those boy scouts
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| Be careful of those sandstorms and cyclones
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| Suddenly I get caught
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| Hiding in a teacup
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| You say, stand up, and be the woman I love
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| Again
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| We wore our love so proud
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| You wore that smile too loud
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| A little time, a little time, a little time
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| To remember the plan
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| Look straight ahead, straight ahead, straight ahead
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| Through that faded tin can
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| A little time, a little time, a little time
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| A little time…
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| What was the point my friend
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| Chicken you run again
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| Chicken you run
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| Suddenly all I see
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| Is your green raincoat
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| And that sailboat
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| And your umbrella that both of us hated to use
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| Suddenly all those love songs don’t seem foolish
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| And I notice that I’m singing every goddamn word
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| We wore our love so proud
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| You wore that smile too loud |