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Why can't I

Why can't I




It’s one O’clock and
I’m dying in the sweltering cold
Living the life of a thief in the day
Going my own way

Where the flowers fall and the wind rains
I fall to pieces each and every time
Why can’t I smell the rain any more
Why can’t I see the pain through the door
Why can’t I do the things I used to
Why can’t I why can’t I

I once had a cat named blue
I once called a bad day good
I ‘m lying in a bed of green wondering
Where have the trees been going
I give my pennies for a day
So I can live and say, say, say

Where the flowers fall and the wind rains on me
I fall to pieces each and every time
Why can’t I smell the rain any more
Why can’t I see the pain through the door
Why can’t I do the things I used to
Why, why, why can’t I why can’t I

There once was a street named Joe down from
Where I used to go
Down the lane I would trip
Singing the day long as I sip
Tea in a bag and stuck in a cup
Dreaming the day away watching a truck
Drive by

Where the flowers fall and the wind rains on me
I fall to pieces each and every time
Why can’t I smell the rain any more
Why can’t I see the pain through the door
Why can’t I do the things I used to
Why, why, why can’t I

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