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I may be down |
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But things are looking up |
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All the grass is turning brown |
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But things are looking up |
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I don't have a white picket fence |
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But things are looking up |
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Happiness is a good league hence |
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But things are looking up |
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The sting reminding me |
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At least it seems to be |
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That I am fiery |
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And must be burning burning |
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Upon the wind |
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You take your medicine |
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Whether I lose or win |
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I hope I'm learning learning |
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Take all you want |
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I don't care |
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And I'll look up if |
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I am down a share |
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We never promised we'd play fair |
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It's a lonely town |
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But things are looking up |
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A hard old rain is falling down |
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But things are looking up |
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Im in a pile of leaves and |
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I've got no rake |
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But things are looking up |
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So giveth unto me a break |
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Cause things are looking up |
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The sting reminding me |
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At least it seems to be |
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That I am fiery |
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And must be burning burning |
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Upon the wind |
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You take your medicine |
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Whether I lose or win |
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I hope I'm learning learning |
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Take all you want |
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I don't care |
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And I'll look up if |
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I am down a share |
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We never promised we'd play fair |
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Hands in my pocket eyes on the ground |
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Just like a storm cloud walking all over town |
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Dreams in the gutter spirits on the floor |
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Hope's in the dumpster but there's always room for more |
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I may be down |
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But things are looking up |
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All the grass is turning brown |
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But things are looking up |
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The sting reminding me |
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At least it seems to be |
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That I am fiery |
|
And must be burning burning |
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Upon the wind |
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You take your medicine |
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Whether I lose or win |
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I hope I'm learning learning |
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Take all you want |
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I don't care |
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And I'll look up if |
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I am down a share |
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We never promised we'd play fair |
