Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain
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Knowing that I will never pass this way again
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Never wondering why
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Teardrops chafing my eyes
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Longing to be where the noted kisses fall
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Lingering and still while silently the tell their all
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Blue is the color of the sun
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And nothing stops till everything is done
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Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
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With the 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 rehersed
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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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Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
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With the 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 rehersed
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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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| Monkees |
