Spring was never waiting for us girl
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It ran one step ahead as we followed in the dance
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Between the parted pages and were pressed
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In love's hot fevered iron like a strip-ed pair of pants.
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Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
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All the sweet green icing flowing down
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Someone left the cake out in the rain
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But I don't think that I can take it Lord
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It took so long to bake it
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I'll never had that recipe again, oh no.
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I recall the yellow cotton dress
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foaming like a wave on the ground around your knees
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And birds like tender babies in your hands
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The old man playing checkers by the trees.
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Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
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All the sweet green icing flowing down
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Someone left the cake out in the rain
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But I don't think that I can take it Lord
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It took so long to bake it
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I'll never had that recipe again, oh no.
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[Instrumental]
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There will be another song for me for and I will sing it
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There will be another dream for me someone will bring it
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I will taste the wine while it is warm
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and never let you catch me looking in the sun
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But after all the loves of my life
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after all the loves of my life you'll still be the one.
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I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
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I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
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And my passions flow like rivers from the sky
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But after all the loves of my life after all the loves of my life
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I'll still be along wondering why.
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Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
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All the sweet green icing flowing down
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Someone left the cake out in the rain
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But I don't think that I can take it Lord
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It took so long to bake it
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I'll never had that recipe again, oh no...
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MacArthur Park
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| Waylon Jennings |
