(Michael Nesmith)
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Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain.
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I know that I will never pass this way again.
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Never wondering why.
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Teardrops chaffing my eyes.
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Longing to be where the melted kisses fall.
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Lingering and still, while quietly they tell their all.
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Blue is the color of the sun,
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And nothing stops when everything is done.
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Now my whole world opens up in different lines and tunes
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With highways making up the verse.
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And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon.
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And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed.
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So I move along to the next thing on the list
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Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist.
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But I am finally alone.
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And where my foot steps down is where it's home.
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[Instrumental]
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So I move along to the next thing on the list
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Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist.
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But I am finally alone.
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And where my foot steps down is where it's home.
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The Crippled Lion
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| The Monkees |
