Another Song

When work ain't been working all day
 Why don't you come on home to lunch and stay?
 We'll start working for love, not pay
 When work ain't been working all day
 We will finish our songs another day
 And watch the light as it fades away
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 Lonesome in a pleasant way
 I guess the light that is gone belongs to yesterday
 And the light that's leaving takes its own sweet time
 Changing colors slowly like fruit on the vine
 And tonight, Lord, tonight, some of it's mine
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 As the shadows of the leaves on the wall
 Grow and dissolve almost in time to our chests rise and fall
 Rise and fall
 As we lay on the bed wanting for nothing at all
 Except for maybe another song
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 Another song
 Another song
 Another song
 Another song
 Another song