Paroles White Paint Morning de Buffalo Tom

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Sixty-eight at twenty-oneThe girl has risen with the sunIt's a white paint morning now that the fog is goneIt's a bright, dumbfounded dawnShe lays down out on the lawnAnd the new day wakes and turns to confront the clockAnd down, the little townAll squared awayDon't it make you want to cry all day?And gone, washed by the windCrushed by the cloudsIt's where the land end and the day begins"Is this normal?" she asks allowedAs she sifted through the crowdThrough her tears and her strong morning perfumeIt seems that life's just not correctFrom the observation deckAnd she sits frozen in her bus seat all the wayAnd down, the little townAll squared awayDon't it make you want to cry all day?And gone, washed by the windCrushed by the cloudsIt's where the land end and the day beginsStatues and flowersThe crestfallen leavesThe minutes and hoursAs ours gently leavesAnd down, the little townAll squared awayDon't it make you want to cry all day?And gone, washed by the windCrushed by the cloudsIt's where the land end and the day beginsAnd down, the little townAll squared awayDon't it make you want to cry all day?And gone, yeah goneYeah, yeah, yeah goneDon't it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day

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