| But I know I won’t as everything I say I feel I must repeat
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| And if you ever was to ask me, I’d gladly come here again
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| Just do things a little different more accurate than then
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| Rain falls I ain’t complaining helps to wash my blues away
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| And though my puddles they’ve got stones in helps creates a private bay
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| It’s an open invitation, little balcony and a view
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| And all the birds they keep on whistling for me and you
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| And all that advice you gave me I should’ve probably took on board
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| But i never did �cause everything you say, I happily ignore
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| And if you ever was to ask me, I’d gladly come here again
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| Just do things a little different more accurate than then
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| Rain falls I ain’t complaining helps to wash my blues away
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| And though my puddles they’ve got stones in helps creates a private bay
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| It’s an open invitation, little balcony and a view
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| And all the birds they keep on whistling for me and you
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| I’ll send a message through the stars tonight
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| For me and you…
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| Rain falls I ain’t complaining helps to wash my blues away
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| And though my puddles they’ve got stones in helps creates a private bay
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| It’s an open invitation, little balcony and a view
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| And all the birds they keep on whistling for me and you
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| Clouds are low, and it’s freezing, but at least we can’t be seen
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| Now the corkscrew’s gone a-missing but creates a funny scene
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| An open minded optimism, how a wall can become a screw
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| All the birds they keep on whistling, for me and you
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| I’ll send a message through the stars tonight
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| For me and you… |