| Spring was never waiting for us, girl
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| It ran one step ahead
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| As we followed in the dance
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| Between the parted pages and were pressed
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| In love’s hot fevered iron
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| Like a striped pair of pants
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| I recall the yellow cotton dress
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| It was foaming like a wave
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| On the ground around your knees
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| The birds, like tender babies in your hands
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| And the old men playing
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| Checkers by the trees
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| MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
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| All the sweet green icing flowing down
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| Oh, someone left the cake out in the rain
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| And I don’t think that I can take it
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| 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I’ll never have that recipe again
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| Oh, no, oh no There will be another song for me For I will sing it There will be another dream for me Oh, someone will bring it 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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| And after all the loves of my life
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| After all the loves of my life, you’ll still be the one
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| Little girl
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| I will take my life into my hands, I will use it I will win the worship in their eyes oh and I will lose it I will have the things that I desire
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| And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
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| And after all the loves of my life
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| After all the loves of my life
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| I’ll be thinking of you
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| And wondering why
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| MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
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| All the sweet, green icing flowing down
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| Oh, someone left the cake out in the rain
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| And I don’t think that I can take it
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| 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I’ll never have that recipe again
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| Oh no, oh no, no |