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I want to be where the talk of the town is about last night when the sun went down
Yeah
And the trees are dancing and the warm wind blows
And the same old time

And the water below gives a gift to the sky
And the clouds give back every time they cry
Make the grass grow green beneath my toes
And if the sun pops out
I’ll paint a picture all about
The colours I’ve been dreaming of
The hours just don’t seem enough
To put it all together
Maybe it’s as strange as it seems