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| 4:52 |
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I`m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I`m as jumpy as puppet on a string I`d say that I had spring fever but I know it isn`t spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented like a nightingale without a song to sing O why should I have spring fever when it isn`t even spring I keep I were someone else walking down a strange new street And hearing words that I`ve never heard from a men I`ve yet to meet I`m as busy as spider spinning daydreams I`m as giggy as a baby on a swing I haven`t seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring It might as well be spring I keep I were someone else walking down a strange new street And hearing words that I`ve never heard from a men I`ve yet to meet I`m as busy as spider spinning daydreams I`m as giggy as a baby on a swing I haven`t seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring It might as well be spring It might as well be spring |
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| 2. |
| 5:06 |
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| 3. |
| 4:11 |
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| 4. |
| 5:27 |
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| 5. |
| 5:59 |
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| 6. |
| 5:20 |
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| 7. |
| 4:28 |
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| 8. |
| 4:50 |
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| 9. |
| 5:35 |
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| 10. |
| 5:29 |
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| 11. |
| 5:58 |
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