Auburn sky.
The kids have left the city.
Oh what a night.
The crimson streets so pretty.
Heads held high.
So sweet. delight.
Heads held high.
Such sweet delights.
Now dry your eyes.
Make a smile and go outside.
When there's nothing else to do.
Find the fun inside of you.
'cos when it's gone
You'll become the lonely john.
When there's nothing else to do
Find the fun inside of you
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