I got to put some things in the ground
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Even with this season coming around
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It's green's last gasp
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And leaves brown
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And autumn days are winding down
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I got to get it out of my head
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And make good on some things i've said
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In case you overheard my plans
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And find me out as the talker that I am
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But holidays are made for reading
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And remembering things that are worth repeating
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In the clatter of the afternoon
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In the sunlight that is left
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We can make a list of things to forget
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Maybe the drive was a little too long
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Can we pull over to the shoulder so I can write this song
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The carpet they laid out is a grey shade of red
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Road work ahead
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That's what we said
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But holidays are made for reading
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And remembering things that are worth repeating
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In the clatter of the afternoon
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In the sunlight that is left
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We can make a list of things
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To forget the false starts
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And the loose strings
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The feelings of regret that ring
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On a day when you haven't done much of anything
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Things To Forget
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Sarah Harmer |