Minutes
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Seem like hours and hours they seem like days
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When the ones you want are missing
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And theyve gone their separate ways
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Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon
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And birds that once could fly so high
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Now sings a different tune
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Walking in the park
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The leaves are turning
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Now it's fall
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The time has come for leaving in their eyes
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That says it all
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Picutres on the mantle
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Tell the tales of better times
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Moments from a long long time ago
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When things were fine
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One fine day
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When the wild birds return
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We'll look back and say
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What a lesson in life I learned
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So light a broad wick candle
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In the window make it bright
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You need to find your way home in the dark deepest night
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And if you're lost and homeless
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On a lonely city night
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Just follow back that winding road
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That leads you to the light
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One fine day
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When the wild birds return
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We'll look back and say
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What a lesson in life I learned
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Minutes
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Seem like hours and hours they seem like days
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When the ones you want are missing
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And theyve gone their separate ways
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Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon
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And birds that once could fly so high
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Now sings a different tune
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One fine day
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When the wild birds return
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We'll look back and say
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What a lesson in life I learned
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One fine day
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When the wild birds return
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We'll look back and say
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What a lesson in life I learned
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One fine day
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When the wild birds return
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We'll look back and say
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What a lesson in life I learned
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Minutes
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Mike Oldfield |