| Remember tumbleweeds on an empty road, |
| The coffee pot on a burning stove, |
| A Christmas tree in a place called home; |
| That's what I miss the most. |
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| As drifting leaves fall to the ground, |
| I scoop them up and I throw them down. |
| I close my eyes and I start to count |
| The lovely people leaving town. |
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| And I feel like a monkey in winter, |
| And you are a lizard in the sun. |
| Yes, I feel like a monkey in winter. |
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| Say hello to something new |
| Is what a friend told me to do. |
| 'Cause beggars can't be choosers, and |
| I can't afford to lose. |
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| We never touched, we never kissed. |
| We never loved, but we thought we did. |
| So I walked away and I called it quits. |
| What the eyes don't see, you know the heart won't miss. |
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| But I feel like a monkey in winter, |
| And you are a lizard in the sun. |
| Yes, I feel like a monkey in winter, |
| And winter's just begun. |
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| Another summer, long ago, |
| The sun beat down, the air was clear. |
| It came and went away the way things come and go, |
| But do you, do you remember me? |
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| Remember tumbleweeds on an empty road, |
| The coffee pot on a burning stove, |
| A Christmas tree in a place called home; |
| That's what I miss the most. |
| |
| We never touched, we never kissed. |
| We never loved, but we thought we did. |
| So I walked away and I called it quits. |
| What the eyes don't see, you know the heart don't miss. |
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| But I feel like a monkey in winter; |
| You are a lizard in the sun. |
| Yes, I feel like a monkey in winter, |
| And it looks like winter's won. |
