| Weeping like a fountain
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| Over the days that I’m not countin'
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| And all that’s lost is the baby face that I once knew
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| The music that I hear
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| Keeps dancing in my ear
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| The laughter’s so soft, I see a patch of blue and it’s you
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| Whoa, she’s just a queen style lover
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| And I know she’ll be under cover with me Start up the count of the very first one
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| Dear Joy will come up the path under the sun
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| Butterfinger drippin' onto my shoe
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| Dear Joy will come and take away all of these blues
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| But on the other side of town
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| Where she sleeps but she’s not around
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| She hears me call, she lifts her head and she cries
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| Dear Joy has respect, she has all respect
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| Dear Joy, it’s me and I’ll call you
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| She has everything that a love could bring
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| Dear Joy, it’s me and I’ll call you
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| Whoa, what is this summer’s day? |
| (Whoa, what is this summer’s day?)
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| How could it be some fun? |
| (How could it be some fun?)
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| And what if it’s rainy, baby?
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| Could I stay?
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| But on the other side of town
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| Where she sleeps but she’s not around
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| She hears me call, she lifts her head and she cries
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Oh, you’re just a king style lover
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| And I know you’ll be under cover with me Start up the count of the very first one
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| Dear Joy will come up the path under the sun
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| Butterfinger drippin' onto my shoe
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| Dear Joy will come and take away all of these blues |