| Winter time comes just a little too fast,
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| Summer just flies by on it’s patient wings.
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| I’m just a fool for yesterdays,
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| I’ve seen too many things in so many ways.
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| At night I just sit in my room by the fire,
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| Lookin' out my misty window on the street below.
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| Too many people lookin' lost and forlorn,
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| Vagabonds without homes and no where else to go.
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| Pour me another glass of that sweet burgundy.
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| Maybe that will help to ease the pain
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| Burgundy I guess you’re my only friend.
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| Sweet Burgundy.
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| Outside my window I see the deaf and the blind
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| Who are pondered for a moment and then left behind.
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| Times that I think I was all alone,
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| I just sit back and think I havn’t sold my soul. |