I spy with my little eye
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The sun shining brightly
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The clouds rolling by
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The last days of winter
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Now seem so far away
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And everything looks green
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When it used to be grey
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And I've watched the change
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Like the changing in my mind
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And I chased the leaves
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Like the words I never find
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Like the people I knew
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Who I sometimes see today
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Some still bright like fire
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And some faded away
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I turn on the radio
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And someone's playing a song
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I turn on the news
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Hear what's going on
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I turn on my back
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When I'm full of beer
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And I turn off the news
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When I don't want to hear
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And I've seen a girl who looks so very sad
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Nothing left but a memory of all the times she's had
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And I've seen a man who looks so sad inside
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Nothing left but the memories from which he cannot hide
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So I learned to fight
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With a Weapon Called The Word
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And I learned to rise my voice
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So that I'd be heard
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And I learned to fight
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With a weapon called the word
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And I learned to raise my voice
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But I've never been heard
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The Last Days of Winter
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| The Levellers |
