| Come sit with me
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| In the shade of the oak tree and listen close
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| You can hear the bowed branches say
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| «You were right,» and I
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| Now that the sky is falling all around
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| Have to say that I have to agree
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| You were right
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| We’re gonna lose the race
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| We’re gonna lose our cool
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| We’re gonna run away
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| To a place we just don’t know
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| How to not feel out of control
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| And when I said
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| «Would you say it’s the rain that plays the tree?»
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| And you said
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| «I would say it’s the street that plays the city»
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| You were right
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| You were right
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| We’re gonna lose the race
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| We’re gonna lose our cool
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| We’re gonna run away
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| To some place we just don’t know
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| How to not feel out of control
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| Out of control
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| Out of control
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| Come sit with me
|
| In the shade of the oak tree and listen close
|
| You can hear the bowed branches say
|
| «You were right,» and I
|
| Now that the sky is falling all around
|
| Have to say that I have to agree
|
| You were right
|
| We’re gonna lose the race
|
| We’re gonna lose our cool
|
| We’re gonna run away
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| To some place we just don’t know
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| How to not feel
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| Like we’re gonna take a beating
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| We’re gonna take a fall
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| We’re gonna take a rocket
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| To that planet they changed their minds about
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| And now they just call it a stone
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| Have to say I have to agree
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| You were right
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| You were right |