| We’ll get back there someday
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| We will stand together
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| And I will not worry so much
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| And the weather can be snow above the stairs
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| Or lakes and rivers running off of the windows
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| Looking out, looking out
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| I may see this better
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| The color green was sent to me in four beat measures
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| Of fields and their walkers in cardigan sweaters
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| With the lavender sky that was just beginning to
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| Rain down into the music
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| This is how it was sent, in and out of weather
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| Walking home I’m listening out
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| Between the buildings I 'm listening with you
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| For any song we knew
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| The color green was sent to me in waves, and lifted
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| Me up three stories. |
| I could see the day gifted
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| With a million gifts. |
| And tomorrow in the car
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| Things may turn around, I have to watch out
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| This is how it was sent, in a sudden visit |