Spring has sprung and the clocks gave us an hour.
You're a new born lamb and I'm an April shower.
Moods, they can swing with the seasons.
I don't mean to fight without reasons.
If things get bad, pay no attention to detail.
Try to think about things on a bigger scale.
Moods, they will swing with the seasons.
I don't mean to fight without reasons.
Writer(s): Phillip Taylor
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