(B.Guadio, J.Holmes)
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[Recorded October 31, 1969, New York]
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Michael is you, he has your face, he still has your eyes
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Remember, Peter is me, 'cept when he smiles
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And if you look at them both for a while
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You can see they are you, they are me
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This spring we had some heavy rain, my summer it was dry again
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The roses that we planted last fall climb the wall
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I think the house could use some paint, you know your mother's such a saint
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She takes the boys whenever she can, she sure needs a man
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All those years I've worked for Santa Fe, never ever missed a single day
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Just one more without a raise in pay, and I'm leavin'
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And the air still has a country smell, and everyone is looking well
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As far as anyone can tell, the sun will rise tomorrow
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You'll never believe how much they're growin'
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John Henry came to cut the lawn, again he asked me where you'd gone
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Can't tell you all the times he's been told, but he's so old
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Guess that's all the news I've got today, least that's all the news that I can say
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Maybe soon the words will come my way tomorrow
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And the air still has a country smell, and everyone is looking well
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As far as anyone can tell, the sun will rise tomorrow
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You'll never believe how much they're growin'
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You'll never believe how much they're growin'...
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Michael And Peter
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| Frank Sinatra |
