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Spoonful of sugar in Montreal city When the leaves are dying and look so pretty At home the ships are on the rocks and sinking And as hard as we try We just can't stop thinking Dirt in my fist roots on my sleeve This year the trees fell before the leaves People like me like people like you Cause people like you are far too few Oh night daylight had got nothing on you And nothing's everlasting when your Always just passing through Oh no! Ear full of music just when I need it Your sould won't sing unless you bleed it Lookin' for answers through the night owl's window A million miles an hour through the wind n' snow A spoonful of sugar in Montreal city Nothing can cure this homesick disease This fall the trees fell before the leaves From Letras Mania