Pa, parara, papa, pararara
Pa, parara, papa, pararara
Papa, parara, papa, pararara
Sixty eight at twenty one
The girl has risen with the sun
It's a white paint mornin' now
That the fog is gone
It's a bright, dumb founded dawn
She lays down out on the lawn
And the new day wakes
And turns to confront the clock
And down, the little town
All squared away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Crushed by the clouds
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
It's where the land end and the day begins
Is this normal? She asks allowed
As she sifted through the crowd
Through her tears
And her strong morning perfume
It seems that life's just not correct
From the observation deck
And she sits frozen in her bus seat
All the way
And down, the little town
All locked away
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Crushed by the clouds
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
It's where the land end and the day begins
Statues and flowers
The crest fallen leaves
The minutes and hours yea
As ours gently leaves
And down, the little town
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
All squared away
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, washed by the wind
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Crushed by the clouds
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
It's where the land end and the day begins
And down, the little town
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
All squared away
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Don't it make you want to cry all day?
And gone, yea gone
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Yea, yea, yea gone
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)
Don't it make you, cry, cry, cry all day

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