Lyrics Tulips - Papercuts
I
was
talking
to
a
little
tulip
Trying
to
find
out
anything
I'm
not
looking
for
an
answer
I
was
drawn
to
it
Baby,
what
could
come
between
us
With
our
pockets
full
of
gold?
Baby,
why'd
you
find
another
One
to
call
your
own?
One
to
call
your
own?
One
to
call
your
own?
Every
hour
and
then
the
sun
gets
Tired
of
picking
up
the
mess
And
the
hail
that
thundered
on
us
We
just
do
what
it
says
Ain't
no
money
in
my
pockets
Ain't
no
sunshine
in
the
sky
There
is
nothing
left
to
do
here
Where
you
stand
to
my
time
You
are
one
of
many
of
us
You
don't
need
a
reason
why
There
are
plenty
others
aside
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