| I lay now behind windows under a spring sky
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| The robins and the rains, the lorries and the trains go by
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| No raincot needed, not even for my eyes
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| Just seems to stay and swell in rhyme
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| My light is on, the cars hum by
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| As tears come falling from the sky
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| Radiators, ink-stained papers, mixers, makers, undertakers
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| The birds will sing on the dawn of spring
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| No need for any tanning products for my skin
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| As I lay now on a mattress, behind windows
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| Behind curtains, behind windows, behind curtains
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| Behind windows, behind curtains
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| I be the hermit, you be the blue tit
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| Wander with me while I scour the sky
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| Today sees a new day
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| Light of that rainbow seems higher than the rain
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| As tears come drizzling in my drain |