| They said that it was snowing in astounded tones upon the news
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| I wonder why they’re always so surprised 'cos every year it snows
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| Frozen images of snowploughs as they churn along the motorways
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| I haven’t had no boots to wear or any loot to spare for days and days
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| I’ve travelled more than forty miles today, I must have grown some wings
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| It’s strange how time just seems to fly away, I can’t remember things
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| In a world of my own they say and who can blame them, they’re just not the same
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| I’ve known about it all along though I thought I was all wrong, and it’s such a
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| shame
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| Why don’t you have any brushes any more, I used to like your style
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| I see no paintings anywhere and there’s no smell of turpentine
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| Did I really have no meaning? |
| Well I never thought I’d hear those words from you
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| Who needs a meaning anyway, I’d settle anyday for a very fine view
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| I couldn’t even tell you all the changes since you saw me last
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| My dreams were like the autumn leaves, they faded and they fell so fast
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| In fact as you say the snows are here and how the time it slips away
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| But I’m glad you did pass by, I think I’ll have another try. |
| It’s another day
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| The day and then the night have gone, it was not long before the dawn
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| And the travelling man who sat so stiffly in his chair began to yawn
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| Having kept me here so long my friend, I hope you have a sleeping place to lend
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| But the painter he just smiled and said: I’ll see you in a while,
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| this one has no end |