(Paul Cotton)
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You've got your reasons
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Like the seasons they change
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Talking of pleasure
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While enjoying the pain
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And though it keeps you in the light
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And all the words are said just right
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There's still a cry in the night
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Oh yes
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So we climb every mountain
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Through the snow-covered hills
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Taken for granted
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You can get all your fill
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And if I seem to look away
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And turn the pages of the play
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There are these things I have to say
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Oh listen
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I'm a springtime boy and I look
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For the joy
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Of a world in bloom and could it come
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Never too soon
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And while the world is turning
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And the sun is burning
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Do you think in my yearning that
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The journey is through
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I can't leave it up to you
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Oh
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And though it keeps you in the light
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And all the words are said just right
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There's still a cry in the night
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Oh still a cry in the night, yeah
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YOU'VE GOT YOUR REASONS
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| Poco |
