| Tell me why don't you bring me flowers?
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| Tell me why don't you notice me?
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| Another stranger on a train, a tip rock in the rain,
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| In the rain, in the cold, cold rain
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| I will throw the past on the fire
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| I will sing you to sleep when you're tired
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| When the summer's turning small
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| I'll buy you a sweater for the fall
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| Warm and soft like the moonlight
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| But the now we part into reveal
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| The truth when we gathered living soul
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| Teach me how to breathe
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| Tell me why don't you bring me flowers?
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| Tell me why don't you notice me?
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| Another stranger on a train, a tip rock in the rain,
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| In the rain, in the cold, cold rain
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| When the summer's turning small
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| Buy you a sweater for the fall
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| Warm and soft like the moonlight |