remember tumble weeds on an empty road
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that coffee pot on a burnin' stove
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the Christmas tree in a place a called home
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that's what I miss the most
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this drifting leaves fall to the ground
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I scoop them up and I throw them down
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I close my eyes and I start to count
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the lonely people leaving town
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and I feel like a monkey in winter
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and you are a lizard in the sun
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yes I feel like a monkey in winter
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say hello to something new
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is what a friend told me to do
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'cos beggars can't be choosers and I can't afford to loose
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we never touched we never kissed
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we never loved though we thought we did
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so I walked away and I called it quits
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what the eyes don't see, you know the heart won't miss
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but I feel like a monkey in winter
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and you are a lizard in the sun
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yes I feel like a monkey in winter
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and winter's just began
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remember summer long ago
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the sun beats down, the air was clean
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it came and went away
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things come and go
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but do you, do you remember me?
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remember tumble weeds on an empty road
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coffee pot on a burnin' stove
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the Christmas tree in a place a called home
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that's what I miss the most
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we never touched we never kissed
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we never loved though we thought we did
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so I walked away and I called it quits
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what the eyes don't see, you know the heart don't miss
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but I feel like a monkey in winter
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and you are a lizard in the sun
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yes I feel like a monkey in winter
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and it looks like winter's gone
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Monkey In Winter
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| Sinead O' Connor |
