| Little bird come sit upon my window sill
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| Sat there through the falling rain
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| I watched that little bird upon my window sill
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| Saw my thoughts of you go by again
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| Picture of my face
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| On the window pane
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| Is it tears I see or is it rain?
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| Yeah, I remember how we talked before we said goodbye
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| Too young to know this world outside our door
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| And how we laughed and said our love was free
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| Like birds that fly the winds
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| Well the rainy day made me think of you once more
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| Picture of my face
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| On the window pane
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| Is it tears I see or is it rain?
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| I have no regrets about the past, I see how young we were
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| When our world was love and life was but a thought
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| Many things go many ways and many times but once
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| Well our lives have passed and that love is but a thought
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| Picture of my face
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| On the window pane
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| Is it tears I see or is it rain?
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| So as the thoughts go tumbling back I wonder how you loved
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| Wonder if you’ve seen that little bird
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| I wonder if he’s sat upon your window sill
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| I wonder if you’ll ever hear these words
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| And the picture of my face |
| On the window pane
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| Is it tears I see or is it rain? |