It's Sunday noon in my room
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The wind is really ragin'
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Inside I'll hide in my tune
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And think of yesterday playing
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'In my room'
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'In my room'
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I feel like a kite high in a tree
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Is this where I'm suppose to be?
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I wish I was a little boy
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When love was taken care of
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I know. I will say.
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Maybe today.
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It's Sunday noon, cocoon and heal
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Oh no, please don't throw me in the briar.
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Where mothers made all the meals
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And fathers built the fire
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When will this feeling go away?
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When will this feeling ever stay?
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Maybe today. Maybe today.
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Maybe today. Maybe today.
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And now I'm not so mournful
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As I sit and watch the wind blow
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This place is my cathedral
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And the choir's swaying just outside the window
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Everyone needs a day to dream, perchance
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Today I have yesterday to tempt me
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So c'mon put on your best dress and let's dance
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For the chairs are all but empty
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When will this feeling go away?
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When will this feeling ever stay?
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Maybe today. Maybe today.
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Maybe today. Maybe today.
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Maybe Today
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| Carbon Leaf |
