| Why does blood turn brown when it dries?
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| Why do the tears well up in your eyes?
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| Why didn’t I learn to ride my bike
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| When it was warm and sunny outside?
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| Why can’t little kids tie their shoes?
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| Why can’t the white people play the blues?
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| Why can’t I fall in love with you?
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| It must be because of the seasons.
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| When the leaves start falling from the trees,
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| When the birds start flirting with the bees,
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| When the wind starts blowing from the East to the West;
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| Maybe you’ll be the one that I like best.
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| Clouds start forming I can’t complain,
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| 'Cause I think we might be in need of some rain.
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| When it starts pouring
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| Don’t hide away without me.
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| I bought an umbrella big enough for two,
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| But it feels pretty empty under here without you.
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| Dry as a bone but I’m still alone
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| I’m so grey.
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| When you’re standing in a puddle with wet feet;
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| And your head is sore from pounding drops of sleet.
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| When the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test.
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| Maybe I’ll be the one that you like best.
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| If the sky can open its eyes
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| And cry from up above.
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| Let’s shed some tears of joy
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| And fall in love. |