| The steps he took were nice and easy.
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| He never knew he could stumble and go down.
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| As he saw the buildings and the mountains crumble,
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| Over the road he would take to the town.
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| He said, ``next year i’m coming back, i’ll see you later.''
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| It takes longer when you’re far away.
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| There’s a tale which says he was pursued by an assassin.
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| What he knows of that, no-one can tell.
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| How close he came to the trapper,
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| But he stopped by a wishing well.
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| He said, ``next year there will be many flowers,
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| Each one much brighter than the one before.''
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| As he turned he caught the feeling,
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| And he smiled as he walked down the road.
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| All my days they are filled with meaning,
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| But i have yet to fathom the code.
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| But next year i’ll call the tune and it won’t be easy,
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| The timing’s all out of place with how you feel.
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| Next year i’m coming back, i’ll see you later.
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| It takes longer when you are far away.
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| Next year there will be many flowers,
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| Each one much brighter than the one before.
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| Next year i’ll call the tune and it won’t be easy,
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| The timing’s all out of place with how you feel. |