(McNabb)
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Daddy, daddy,
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I have found the girl that I want to live with,
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Her eyes are as dark as November
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When it falls on our village,
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If I stand on a chair
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I can see here house from my bedroom window,
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She smokes cigarettes,
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She says its much too late for her to stop now,
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Listen do you think that she's right for me,
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No, stop laughing, c'mon now honestly...
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Her father regards me with caution
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As I wait in his library,
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The scent of tobacco
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And the silence of the room are inside me,
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Ask but what's to gain,
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And what am I to say,
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I never knew the feeling when it came my way,
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I'm about as happy as I could be,
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I really think the Spring will bring
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A change in me,
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There's something growing out of season
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Out Of Season
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| The Icicle Works |
