(McNabb)
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When in the winter of our discontent,
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We found a way,
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To tie a bond between our hearts,
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In the open field should there we lay,
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Found a sharp stone, found a big tree,
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found a clear space in the bark,
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Laughing louder, chance a fine thing,
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Moving slowly, off the mark...
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Out of season, given reason,
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Could we see inclement weather
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Chorus: Will you want me, as I want you, as you are,
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The autumn is the finest time,
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The finest of them all,
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Will you need me, as I need you, as I did,
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As I always should've done,
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Tell me when we're there
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Not too long, and not too far,
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My dreams and I were wondering,
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If we harbour, if we labour,
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Sweet the fruit that fortune brings...
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Who will help us, through these cold years,
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Could I glimpse a rising sun,
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Repeat Chorus
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Will you love me,
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As I love you constantly
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Wasted in the downpour
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Whatever we believe,
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Whatever we believe...
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Take them under, take them over,
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Crack the bullwhip,
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Chop the tree...
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Chop The Tree
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The Icicle Works |