Some of them were superstitious
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Sitting with their backs facing the orchard
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All of them with mittens on their hands and feet
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Were waiting there for winter
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Thousands on the freeze
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Well, I could never join them there
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And we dare not bother
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But couldn't help but holler, yeah
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There's no use in hiding
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The joy from the bright new sun
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I could wait for winter
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Better if it never comes
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Some of them were superstitious
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Watching them parade around the town square
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Some of them were praising
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While cold and simply 'cause they don't know better
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Someone to protect them
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Someone to keep track of them
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No, I don't believe them
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I would rather holler, yeah
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There's no use in hiding
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The joy from the bright new sun
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Now you say you're leaving
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But leaving will just bring you down
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Can you operate machines like that?
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Miles a day on tough terrain and grass
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I'm not sure if we will meet again
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I guess it depends on which company you're in
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Oh wait, you're gone, you're gone
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So soon, so soon, so long
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But life in the words for someone
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And you're someone
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So soon, so soon, so long
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And when you're gone, you're gone
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And life, it works for someone
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You're someone, you're someone
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You're someone
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Some Of Them Were Superstitious
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