Clouds and the trees and the dirt beneath by feet
They always come again next year
There are a couple of thing I would never be so
Doesn't mind it though
Doesn't like to be alone
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was free
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was free
Well it's been two weeks since I smiled in the least
You know I'll come again next year
Thinking back 'cause I don't want all the things you want for me
It's not my style
You'll never know what it takes to make me smile
Doesn't mind it though
Doesn't like to be alone
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was free
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was
Thinking back to happier days when I was free
Doesn't mind it though
Doesn't like to be alone
Clouds and the trees and the dirt beneath by feet
They always come again next year
Thinking back 'cause I don't want all the things you want for me
It's not my style
You'll never know what it takes to make me smile
Doesn't mind it though
Doesn't like to be alone
Thinking back to happier days
Thinking back to happier days
Thinking back to happier days
Thinking back to happier days
Thinking back to happier days
Thinking back to happier days
Pretty as a picture
It's such a shame that you'll never know what it takes to make me feel this way
Pretty as a picture
It's such a shame that you'll never know what it takes to make me feel this way

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