| Chilly winds will soon be blowing
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| Leaves will follow, round our feet
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| Pinwheels change to, orange and yellow
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| Clouds will turn from, orange to pink
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| I just talked to her, whole town used to
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| Time to time she, calls on me
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| Talk about some more recent used to’s
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| Times ain’t like they used to be
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| Well sometimes it makes me wonder
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| Works for some but, not for me
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| Other times it’s less of a bother
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| Times ain’t like they used to be
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| You take Mary, I’ll take Margaret
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| You take Jodi, I’ll take Jane
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| Other times it hardly matters
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| Made no difference, they’re quite the same
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| You take Mary, someday maybe
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| Someday baby, I’ll take Sue
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| Times ain’t like the way they used to
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| Ain’t no difference ‘tween the two
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| Sit and think here in my bedroom
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| Late at night, or clearly morn'
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| Think about the things I used to
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| Used to do but now no more
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| Feel the breeze in the early evening
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| See the sun sinkin' low
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| See the leaves turn red and amber
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| Clouds turn blue and pink and orange |