(Marty Balin)
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The summer had inhaled
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And held its breath too long.
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The winter looked the same,
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As if it had never gone,
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And through an open window,
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Where no curtain hung,
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I saw you, I saw you,
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Coming back to me.
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One begins to read between
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The pages of a look.
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The sound of sleepy music,
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And suddenly, you're hooked.
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I saw you, I saw you,
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Coming back to me.
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You came to stay and live my way,
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Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.
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You always say that you won't go away,
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But I know what it always has been,
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It always has been.
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A transparent dream
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Beneath an occasional sigh...
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Most of the time,
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I just let it go by.
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Now I wish it hadn't begun.
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I saw you, I saw you,
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Coming back to me.
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Strolling the hill,
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Overlooking the shore,
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I realize I've been here before.
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The shadow in the mist
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Could have been anyone--
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I saw you, I saw you,
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Coming back to me.
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Small things like reasons
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Are put in a jar.
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Whatever happened to wishes,
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Wished on a star?
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Was it just something
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That I made up for fun?
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I saw you, I saw you,
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Coming back to me.
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Comin' Back To Me
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Jefferson Airplane |