| Once I was a sentimental thing
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| Throw my heart away each Spring
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| Now a Spring romance
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| Hasn’t got a chance
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| Promised my first dance to Winter
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| All I’ve got to show’s a splinter
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| For my little fling
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| Spring, this year has got me feeling like a horse
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| That never left the post
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| I lay in my room
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| Starring up at the ceiling
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| Morning kiss wakes trees and flower
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| And to them my life
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| To drink a toast I walk in the park
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| Just to kill those lonely hours
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| All afternoon
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| Those birds tweet-a-tweet I know their tune
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| This is love this is it
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| Heard it before
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| And I know the score
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| And I decide that love is a bore
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| Love seem sure around the new year
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| Now it’s April
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| Love is just a ghost
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| Spring arrived on time
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| But what became of you, dear
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| Spring is here
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| There’s no mistaken
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| Robins build their nest from coast to coast
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| My heart tries the same
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| So they won’t hear it breaking
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| College boys are riding somewhere
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| … tender passion there it grows
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| But I’m on the shelf with last years easter bonnet
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| Love came my way
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| I’m holding the last
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| We had our day
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| Now that’s all in the past
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| Spring came along
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| A season of song
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| For love’s sweet promise
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| But something went wrong
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| Doctor’s once prescribed a tonic
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| Sulfur and molasses was the dose
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| Didn’t help me a bit
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| My condition must be chronic
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| Spring can really hang you up the most
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| All alone, the party’s over
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| Old Man Winter was a gracious host
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| But when you keep praying
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| For snow to hide the clover
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| Spring can really hang you up the most |