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When, whenever Paul thinks of rain |
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Swallows fall in a wave |
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And tap on his window with their beaks |
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And when Paul thinks of snow |
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Soft winds blow 'round his head |
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And his phone rings just once late at night |
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Like a bird calling out |
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"You wake up Paul, don't be scared |
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Don't believe, you're all alone" |
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Wake up Paul |
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Whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds |
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Falling from the branches |
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Oh, from the branches and their |
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Falling from the branches of the trees |
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Oh, from the branches |
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Falling from the branches and their |
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Falling from the branches of the trees |
