On certain Sundays in November
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When the weather bothers me
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I empty drawers of other summer's
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Where my shadows used to be
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She is standing by the water
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As her smile begins to curl
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In this or any other summer
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She is something all together different
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Never just an ordinary girl
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And in the evenings on Long Island
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When the colors start to fade
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She wears a silly yellow hat
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That someone gave her when she stayed
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I didn't think that she returned it
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We left New York in a whirl
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Time expands and then contracts
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When you are spinning
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In the grips of someone
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Who is not an ordinary girl
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When you sleep
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You find your mother in the night
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But she stays just out of sight
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So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming
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And when you wake the morning covers you with light
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And it makes you feel alright
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But it's just the same hard candy
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You're remembering again
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You send your lover off to China
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Then you wait for her to call
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You put your girl up on a pedestal
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Then you wait for her to fall
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I put my summer's back in a letter
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And I hide it from the world
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All the regrets you can't forget
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Are somehow pressed upon a picture
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In the face of such an ordinary girl
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When you sleep
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You find your mother in the night
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But she fades just out of sight
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So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming
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And when you wake the morning showers you with light
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And it makes you feel alright
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But it's just the same hard candy
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You're remembering again
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Again [4X]
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It's just the same hard candy
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You're remembering again
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Again [4X]
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And it's just the same hard candy
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You're remembering again
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Go ask her to come around
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And see me late after dark
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Don't ask me to come around
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Then wait to if there's a spark
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[3X]
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Hard Candy
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Counting Crows |