| It’s a lazy afternoon
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| And the beetle bugs are zooming
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| And the tulip trees are blooming
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| And there’s not another human in view but us two
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| It’s a lazy afternoon
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| And the farmer leaves his reaping
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| In the meadow cows are sleeping
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| And the speckled trouts stop leaping upstream as we dream
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| A far pink cloud hangs over a hill
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| Unfolding like a rose
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| If you hold my hand and sit real still
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| You can hear the grass as it grows
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| It’s a hazy afternoon
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| And I know a place that’s quiet except for daisies running riot
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| And there’s no one passing by it to see
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| Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
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| Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
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| Lazy afternoon
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| It’s a hazy afternoon
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| And I know a place that’s quiet except for daisies running riot
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| And there’s no one passing by it to see
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| Come spend this lazy afternoon with me, with me
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| (Lazy afternoon, a lazy afternoon)
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| There’s nothing like lazy, lazy afternoon
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| (Lazy afternoon, a lazy afternoon)
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| Hold my hand, let’s go deep into a lazy
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| (Lazy afternoon, a lazy afternoon)
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| You and me
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| (Lazy afternoon) |