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Text: Monkees. Good Clean Fun.

There's a smile on the wind as it touches my face
And starts to erase all the gloom
And the sun with a kiss, begins to dismiss
The memory of my life without you

Well, it seems like yesterday that my path took me away
Although I know it's been at least a year
But now my path heads home and your patient time alone
Has brought me even closer to you, dear

And this plane gets closer every minute I look down
To a watch that keeps looking back at me
And it says to me, "Be patient son, you've waited this long"
How can I be strong?

And this plane gets closer every minute I look down
To a watch that keeps looking back at me
And it says to me, "Be patient son, you've waited this long"
How can I be strong?

Well the plane is finally down
And the engines stopped their sound
I look in the crowd and there you stand
And the gap that once was time is forever closed behind
'Cause I told you I'd come back and here I am
Yes, I told you I'd come back and here I am
I told you I'd come back and here I am

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