| You’re a long cool drink of water on a blazing summer’s day
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| You’re autumn trees undressing in the month of May
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| Even in the winter-time, we don’t have to turn on the heat
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| You’re early spring-time blossoms floating on my street
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| Long, dark days have been withstood
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| Now there’s a change in my neighbourhood
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| Finally, something good
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| On my lonely island, every day I walked the strand
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| Mine the only footprints on the sand
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| It seemed that I would always be way beyond the pale
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| Until the day I saw your distant sail
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| I lit the fire from wild wood
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| You saw the plume, oh, you understood
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| Finally, something good
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| Finally, something good
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| Long, dark days have been withstood
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| Now there’s a change in the neighbourhood
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| Finally, something good
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| Finally, something good
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| Finally, something good
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| Something good, this way comes
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| Something good, this way comes
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| Something good, this way comes
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| This way comes, this way comes
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| This way comes, this way comes
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| Something good |