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I hope that you kept the note |
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That I left for you to read |
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Or did you throw it away |
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For passers by to stop and see |
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And nothing can account for reasons |
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Why I'd be so mean |
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Why did I open my mouth |
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Where I know silence should have been |
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Now the leaves are off the trees |
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The view is clear this time of year |
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And as I watch as you go out |
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I see the breath side from your mouth |
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And nothing can account |
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For reasons why I'd be so mean |
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Why do I open my mouth |
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Where silence should have been |
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You never kept the note |
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That I left for you to read |
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I know you threw it away |
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I saw it blow around the streets |
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And nothing can account |
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For reasons why I'd be so mean |
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Why do I open my mouth |
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Where I know silence should have been |
