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Little bird come sit upon my window sill |
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Sat there through the falling rain |
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I watched that little bird upon my window sill |
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Saw my thoughts of you go by again |
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Picture of my face |
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On the window pane |
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Is it tears |
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I see or is it rain? |
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Yeah, I remember how we talked before we said goodbye |
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Too young to know this world outside our door |
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And how we laughed and said our love was free |
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Like birds that fly the winds |
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Well the rainy day made me think of you once more |
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Picture of my face |
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On the window pane |
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Is it tears |
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I see or is it rain? |
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I have no regrets about the past, |
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I see how young we were |
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When our world was love and life was but a thought |
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Many things go many ways and many times but once |
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Well our lives have passed and that love is but a thought |
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Picture of my face |
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On the window pane |
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Is it tears |
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I see or is it rain? |
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So as the thoughts go tumbling back |
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I wonder how you loved |
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Wonder if you've seen that little bird |
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I wonder if he's sat upon your window sill |
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I wonder if you'll ever hear these words |
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And the picture of my face |
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On the window pane |
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Is it tears |
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I see or is it rain? |