There’s no one who can walk with me,
Holding hands together
The love songs are so mean to me
Holding hands together
The love songs are so mean to me
Everyone but me is in love, singing spring songs
Flowers are blooming before my eyes
I want to hear something else
Not the story that will just sweep through
Flowers are blooming before my eyes
I want to hear something else
Not the story that will just sweep through
Not spring, love or cherry blossoms
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