Spring this year has got me feeling
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Like a horse that never left the post
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I lie in my room
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Staring up at the ceiling
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Spring can really hang you up the most
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Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers
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And to them I'd like to drink a toast
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I walk in the park
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Just to kill the lonely hours
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Spring can really hang you up the most
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All ?? the birds twitter-twitt
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I know this tune
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This is love, this is it
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Heard it before
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And don't I know the score
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And I've decided that spring is a bore
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Love seems sure around the new year
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Now it's April
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Love is just a ghost
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Spring arrived on time
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Only what became of you, dear
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Spring can really hang you up the most
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Doctors once prescribed a tonic
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Sulfur and molasses was the dose
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That didn't help one bit
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My condition must be chronic
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Spring can really hang you up the most
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All alone, the party is over
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Old man winter was a gracious host
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But when you keep praying
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For snow to hide the clover
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Spring can really hang you up the most.
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Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
