| When the one flowered suitcase declares winter over
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| Plans, whether realized or not, do their best
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| And we have got to keep on
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| We meant to start here. |
| A new year
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| In Finland, with cloud banks slanting down
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| We thought that it mattered — it did not
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| Like no money, and we’ve got to keep on
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| And carry each other
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| Through these forests
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| Through these long buildings
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| Up every stair flight
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| Let’s say we are tired
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| From getting our hopes up again
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| Again, let’s say we are tired
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| Yes, it’s alright I hear you
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| Yes, it’s alright
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| Yes, it’s alright I’m with you
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| When the one flowered suitcase is replaced
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| Is untraced, let us not change so much
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| Let’s stay in our old clothes
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| And walk around this known and dear life
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| And carry each other
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| Through these forests
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| Through these long buildings
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| Up every stair flight
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| Let’s say we are tired
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| From getting our hopes up again
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| Again, let’s say we are tired
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| Yes, it’s alright I hear you
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| Yes, it’s alright
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| Yes, it’s alright I’m near you
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| Yes, it’s alright
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| Yes, it’s alright I’m with you |