(John Stewart/Randy Cierley)
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The yellow window's hanging on the bed across the wall
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Well, always in the morning the yellowest of all
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And the faces of the people in the window look so small
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And the faces in the morning were the peoplest of all
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Standing on the verandah of Millium August.
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I love to watch the spider in the horn of the Victrola
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And the window I have colored with a burnt umber crayola
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The chairs are musty horses with someone else's odor
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And somewhere in the cushion is a secret ring decoder
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Standing on the verandah of Millum August.
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While I'm turning cartwheels, the kaleidoscope is singing
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And somewhere in the distance someone else's phone is ringing
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There are rugs upon the ceiling, there are lamps upon the floor
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And renaissance wallpaper they put across the door
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The house has been torn down and everyone has gone
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And I am held a prisoner on a cemetary lawn
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Standing on the verandah of Millium August.
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Verandah Of Millium August
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| The Kingston Trio |
