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What's your name, is it Jane? |
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Would you mind sitting next to a silly old fool? |
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It's just that I'm tired of wasting my hours |
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Talking to trees, watching the flowers grow |
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Watching birds, chasing bees |
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Little boys scraping knees |
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Even my tears have all dried |
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Can I sit by your side? |
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Don't misunderstand me |
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I'm just an old man with no place to go |
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And if you oblige me and sit here beside me |
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I'll tell you a story, a beautiful story |
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That you might not know, please don't go |
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Pardon me, Mister Tree |
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I hope that I didn't offend you before |
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You are my friend but I wanted much more |
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Now I'm back once again |
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Just like always before |
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Watchin' birds chasin' bees |
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Little boys scrapin' knees |
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Even my tears have all dried |
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Can I sit by your side? |
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Don't misunderstand me |
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I'm just an old man with no place to go |
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If you oblige me and sit here beside me |
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I'll tell you a story, a beautiful story |
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That you might not know, please don't go |
