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Rainy day come my way |
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I don't think I'll go out I think I'll stay |
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like it or not you got what you got |
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and when you look at yourself you can see that it's not a lot |
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all the trees stand silent now |
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reaching up to heaven with the dead man's bones |
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they feel like stone and the blood is cold |
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and when the wind blows you can hear them moan |
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what a day to get away |
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you can't see the shit on the city streets now |
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come down look around |
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all the ugly ducks are swans |
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oh yes, I've seen all the things we've made |
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I've seen sunlight and the shade |
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I tell you now that I would trade it all for just one rainy day |
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I saw the figure of an old man |
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wagging his hand like a metronome |
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he was bitten by the teeth of the wind |
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so he wrapped up the wound and he went off home |
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what a day to get away |
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you can't see the shit on the city streets now |
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come down look around |
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all the ugly ducks are swans |
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oh yes, I've seen all the things we've made |
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I've seen sunlight and the shade |
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I tell you now that I would trade it all for just one rainy day |
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heard the sound of the ships at sea |
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calling to each other for a sense of direction |
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I thought they sounded a bit like me |
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when I sing a certain way with a certain inflection |
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what a day to get away |
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you can't see the shit on the city streets now |
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come down look around |
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all the ugly ducks are swans |
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oh yes, I've seen all the things we've made |
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I've seen sunlight and the shade |
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I tell you now that I would trade it all for just one rainy day |
