Time, time, time, see what's become of me.
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While I looked around for my possibilities,
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I was so hard to please.
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But look around, the leaves are brown,
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And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
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Hear the salvation army band
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Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
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Than what you've got planned,
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Carry your cup in your hand.
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And look around you, the leaves are brown now,
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And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
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Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
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That's an easy thing to say but if your hopes should pass away,
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It's simply pretend, that you can build them again.
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Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe,
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It's the springtime of my life.
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Oh, seasons change with scenery,
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Weaving time in a tapestry,
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Won't you stop and remember me?
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At any convenient time.
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Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
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Of unpublished rhyme,
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Drinking my vodka and rhyme.
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I look around, the leaves are brown,
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There's a patch of snow on the ground,
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Look around...
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Hazy Shade Of Winter
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| The Bangles |
