(J.Webb)
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[Recorded August 20, 1979, New York]
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Spring was never waiting for us, girl, it ran one step ahead as we followed in the dance,
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Between the parted pages that were pressed,
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A love hot fevered like a striped pair of pants,
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MacArthur Park is melting in the dark, 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 I could take it, `cause it took so long to bake it,
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And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no!
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I still see the yellow cotton dress foaming like a wave upon the ground.
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Around your knees, and the birds like tender babies in your hands,
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And the old men playing checkers by the trees.
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There will be another song for me, for I will sing it.
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There would be another dream for me, someone will bring it.
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Oh, I will drink the wine while it is warm,
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And never let you catch me looking at the sun.
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But after all the loves of my life, after all the loves, you'll still be the one.
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I would take my life into my hands and I will use it,
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I will win the worship in their eyes, and I will lose it.
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I will have all the things that I desire, and my passions flow like rivers in the sky,
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And after the loves of my life, after all the loves of my life,
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You'll still gonna be the one.
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MacArthur Park is melting in the dark, 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 I can take it, cause it took so long to bake it,
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And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no, oh no!
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MacArthur Park
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Frank Sinatra |