(Lyrics and music by James Seals & Vince Clark, 1972)
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An ocean without water, a winter without snow,
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A day in the summertime with no where to go.
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Nothin' much is dawning, just a tiny glow.
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Up ahead sweet river home, the only one I know.
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Shade trees on the north side, green grass on the hill.
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Sun shines down on my front porch, here at Springfield Mill.
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Livin' in the city, never knowing people, really alone.
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Night life had me going so, I couldn't stay, I had to go home.
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Kid's out in the meadow. Clothes out on the line.
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My woman's in the kitchen, says, "It's gettin' 'bout suppertime."
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It's been right nice a-talkin', come back and sit a spell.
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But don't ask me to leave my home again.
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I'believe I'd rather go to Hell!
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Springfield Mill. Springfield Mill. Springfield Mill. Springfield Mill.
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Springfield Mill
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| Seals & Crofts |
