| So bring on the April showers
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| Maybe if I had brought you flowers
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| This little cloud above my head
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| The one that hangs around my bed
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| Would run out of rain
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| But it’s tucked up in my brain
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| It just won’t go away
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| And I know that I’m to blame
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| I can’t decide if you’re missing me
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| So make the time worth my misery
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| Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
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| Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
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| I’m so sorry, I’ll never be your bouquet
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| I won’t be your bouquet
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| Never anything more than the sum of all my parts
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| As the blossoms wilt you throw them out in an effort to restart
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| You won’t distinguish the pieces of me
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| Another fragrance for your shelf
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| Arranged to help you feel complete
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| So make the time worth my misery
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| Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
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| Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
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| I’m so sorry, I’ll never be your bouquet
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| I won’t be your bouquet
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| I won’t be your bouquet
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| You’re just my novocaine
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| I can’t feel anything
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| Some days are grayscale and others are in pantone
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| Some days are a stormcloud and others are a rainbow
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| I’m so sorry, I’ll never be your bouquet
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| I won’t be your bouquet |