Put your head upon my shoulder
And I'll tell you something
Where the worst is best reported
There maybe girls that I'll remember
That made me happy for a while
But none of them compare with you my love
However hard they they all may try
If the bus that we're taking
Has for ages kept us waiting
There may be days when you discover
I'm not the man you think I am
But through it all we will recover
Without the aid of any plan
When the weeks turn to hours
And in June it's April showers
I'll tell you something I believe is true
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