(Jimmy Webb)
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Spring was never waiting for us dear
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It ran one step ahead
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As we followed in the dance
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MacArthur's 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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I don't think that I can take it
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'cause it took so long to bake it
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And I'll never have that recipe again
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Oh, nooooo
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I recall the yellow cotton dress
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Foaming like a wave
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On the ground beneath your knees
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The birds like tender babies in your hands
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And the old men playing chinese checkers by the trees
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MacArthur's 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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I don't think that I can take it
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'Cause it took so long to bake it
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And I'll never have that recipe again
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Oh, nooooo
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[Instrumental Interlude]
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MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
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All the sweet green icing flowing down
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Someone left my cake out in the rain
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I don't think that I can take it
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'Cause it took so long to make it
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And I'll never have that recipe again
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Oh, nooooo
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MacArthur Park
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| Donna Summer |
