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Kicking a bottle down an empty streetWhere the trees grow tall and the old folks sleepWe walked long when we were young'Cause we read no metaphor in the setting sunYou don't have to sing a sunny dayYou can be done with it and walk awayNo lonesome melodies, you're far from harmNo heart and arrow burning on your armWe dreamed we were anarcho-nudistsBut we were only college studentsCounting our blessings on the north dorm lawnFully enamored of our boho charmYou don't have to sing a sunny dayYou can be done with it and walk awayNo lonesome melodies, you're far from harmNo heart and arrow burning on your armWhat simple joy just not to thinkMake origami, save the inkAll monologues must reach an endYou'll fall in love againYou don't have to sing a sunny dayYou can be done with it and walk awayNo lonesome melodies, you're far from harmNo heart and arrow burning on your arm From Letras Mania