Oh, when the day is blue
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I'll sit here wondering about you
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And how the pollen fell
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All around your face in strange yellow patterns
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But, i wasn't prepared for this
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Oh, i wasn't prepared for this
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When the morning came
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The bees flew down and
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Wrapped themselves around me
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And that's when i spoke the word
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To have them trace your face for me in pollen
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But, i wasn't prepared for this
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Oh, i wasn't prepared for this
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Come, come back to me, my, my darling
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Come, come back to me, my, my darling
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I wasn't prepared for this
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Oh, i wasn't prepared for this
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When the day is blue
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I'll sit here wondering about you
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I Wasn't Prepared
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| Eisley |
