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When sunny gets blue |
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Her eyes get gray and cloudy |
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Then the rain begins to fall |
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Pitter, patter, pitter, patter |
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Love has gone so what can matter |
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No lover man comes to call |
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When sunny gets blue |
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She breathes a sigh of sadness |
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Like the wind that stirs the tree |
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Wind that sets the leaves to swayin' |
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Like some violins are playin' |
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Weird and haunting melody |
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People used to love to hear her laugh, to see her smile |
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That's how she got her name |
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Since that sad affair |
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She's lost her smile, she's changed her style |
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Somehow she's not the same |
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But memories will fade and pretty dreams will rise up |
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Where her other dreams fell through |
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Hurry new love, hurry here |
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And brush away each falling tear and hold her near |
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When sunny gets blue |
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People used to love to hear her laugh, to see her smile |
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That's how she got her name |
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Since that sad affair |
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She's lost her smile, she's changed her style |
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Somehow she's not the same |
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But memories will fade and pretty dreams will rise up |
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Where her other dreams fell through |
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Hurry new love, hurry here |
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And brush away each falling tear and hold her near |
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When sunny gets blue |