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Play it Over Again |
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| 1 | Cold Algonquin wind | |
| 2 | Brought September drifting in | |
| 3 | Last Friday... | |
| 4 | And filled with a wanderlust | |
| 5 | The Autumn sun chased August | |
| 6 | Down the highway. | |
| 7 | Sail away, sail away, | |
| 8 | The golden hours | |
| 9 | Softly | |
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Play it over again. |
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| 11 | In some glossy paper dream | |
| 12 | Summer-colored girl in sunny New Orleans | |
| 13 | Is smiling... | |
| 14 | But here the days grow short and sunlight dims | |
| 15 | Relentless winter always wins | |
| 16 | By evening. | |
| 17 | Sail away, sail away, | |
| 18 | The golden hours | |
| 19 | Softly | |
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Play it over again. |
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| 21 | If I had wings I'd leave the earth | |
| 22 | Spinning far below me... | |
| 23 | I'd set my course for a warmer berth, | |
| 24 | And, for what it's worth, | |
| 25 | Take the seasons in more slowly | |
| 26 |
Oh, oh. |
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| 27 | I watch the leaves turn green to brown, | |
| 28 | I take the nine-fifteen to town | |
| 29 | And, frankly, | |
| 30 | It's not that I fear growing old | |
| 31 | But that my joints ache when it's cold | |
| 32 | Come lately. | |
| 33 | Sail away, sail away, | |
| 34 | The golden hours | |
| 35 | Softly | |
| 36 | Play it over | |
| 37 |
Again. |
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