I hear the bluebirds singing, I hear they're all open queue.
I hear the church bells ringing, Oh Lord, oh but I don't hear you.
I see little things, Parks, hills and birds, The memory reminds me we're through.
I hear the rain on my window, Oh but I don't hear you.
I hear the children playing, I hear the clock striking two.
I hear the mailman whistling, Oh Lord, oh but I don't hear you.
I see little things, Parks, hills and birds, The memory reminds me we're through.
I hear the rain on my window, Oh but I don't hear you.
Oh but I don't hear you.
I see little things, Parks, hills and birds, The memory reminds me we're through.
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