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Some of them superstitious
Sitting with their backs the orchard
All of them mittens on their hands and feet
waiting there for winter

Thousands on the
Well, I never join them there
And we not bother
But couldn't help but holler,

There's no use in
The joy from the new sun
I could for winter
if it never comes

Some of them superstitious
them parade around the town square
Some of them were
While cold and simply they don't know better

to protect them
Someone to keep track of
No, I don't believe
I rather holler, yeah

There's no use in
The joy from the new sun
Now you say leaving
But leaving will just bring you

Can you operate like that?
Miles a day on tough and grass

I'm not sure if we will again
I guess it depends on which you're in

Oh wait, you're gone, gone
So soon, so soon, so
But life in the words for
And someone

So soon, so soon, so
And you're gone, you're gone
And life, it for someone
someone, you're someone
You're