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Friday, September 11, 2009
Song: Sorke SongViews: 23
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I see you're growing your little garden
In the window of your apartment.
On Fridays from work, I take the long way
Just to hear you sing your little song.
The last time I came,
You picked me a flower.
You painted it pink,
Let it float in the breeze.
But I ran into your girlfriend, out on the sea; she told me you don't sing anymore.
I still feed pigeons like we did back home
It may be just me, but they don't come as close.
On Fridays from work, I still take the long way
In hopes of hearing you sing your little song.
The last time I came,
You picked me a flower.
You painted it pink,
Watched it wilt in the wind.
But I ran into your girlfriend, out on the sea; she told me you don't sing anymore.
Don't you sing anymore?
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