| What’s your name, is it Jane?
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| Would you mind sitting next to a silly old fool?
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| It’s just that I’m tired of wasting my hours
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| Talking to trees, watching the flowers grow
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| Watching birds, chasing bees
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| Little boys scraping knees
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| Even my tears have all dried
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| Can I sit by your side?
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| Don’t misunderstand me
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| I’m just an old man with no place to go
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| And if you oblige me and sit here beside me
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| I’ll tell you a story, a beautiful story
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| That you might not know, please don’t go
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| Pardon me, Mister Tree
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| I hope that I didn’t offend you before
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| You are my friend but I wanted much more
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| Now I’m back once again
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| Just like always before
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| Watchin' birds chasin' bees
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| Little boys scrapin' knees
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| Even my tears have all dried
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| Can I sit by your side?
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| Don’t misunderstand me
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| I’m just an old man with no place to go
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| If you oblige me and sit here beside me
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| I’ll tell you a story, a beautiful story
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| That you might not know, please don’t go |