Sixty-eight at twenty-one
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The girl has risen with the sun
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It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone
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It's a bright, dumbfounded dawn
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She lays down out on the lawn
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And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock
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And down, the little town
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All squared away
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Don't it make you want to cry all day?
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And gone, washed by the wind
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Crushed by the clouds
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It's where the land end and the day begins
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"Is this normal?" she asks allowed
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As she sifted through the crowd
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Through her tears and her strong morning perfume
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It seems that life's just not correct
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From the observation deck
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And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way
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And down, the little town
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All squared away
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Don't it make you want to cry all day?
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And gone, washed by the wind
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Crushed by the clouds
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It's where the land end and the day begins
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Statues and flowers
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The crestfallen leaves
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The minutes and hours
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As ours gently leaves
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And down, the little town
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All squared away
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Don't it make you want to cry all day?
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And gone, washed by the wind
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Crushed by the clouds
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It's where the land end and the day begins
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And down, the little town
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All squared away
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Don't it make you want to cry all day?
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And gone, yeah gone
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Yeah, yeah, yeah gone
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Don't it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day
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White Paint Morning
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Buffalo Tom |