Tell me why |
| Tell me why, first why, a flower should die |
| Oh... one hour of life, and then it's goodbye |
| A flower that lived to bless the sky |
| Give me the answer – tell me why, oh why? |
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| Somebody tell me if life's just a game |
| A moment of love, an hour of pain |
| Are we the flowers that bloom and then die? |
| If that's all there is to it, tell me why, just why |
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| How much does it matter? |
| Who would care if we knew? |
| That you never loved me |
| What good would it do? |
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| Oh yeah, and so let me tell you the way that it seems |
| Our love is what matters, our hopes and our dreams |
| To share once life, to love and to cry |
| Oh yes, these are the reasons that we live and die |
| Oh... and die... oh... that's why |
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