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Michael McDonald |
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Miscellaneous |
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BAD TIMES |
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BY MICHAEL MCDONALD |
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I MET A MAN STANDING ON THE STREET TODAY |
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THROUGH HIS EYES, THE WORLD LOOKED SO GRIM |
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AS IF WE ALL DON'T KNOW JUST WHAT IT'S LIKE |
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WHEN THE RAIN FALLS DOWN AND THE LIGHTNING STRIKES |
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BUT THEN GIRL, I'VE BEEN RUNNIN' MOST OF MY LIFE |
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AND I'VE BEEN AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO LEARN |
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THAT ONE MAN'S BLUE SKY IS ANOTHER MAN'S RAIN |
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AND NO MATTER WHAT IS IN IT FOR ME, I ONLY KNOW FOR HIM |
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CHORUS: |
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THESE ARE BAD TIMES |
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THESE ARE REAL BAD TIMES |
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THESE ARE SAD TIMES |
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THESE ARE BAD TIMES |
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I KNOW WE EACH BEAR THE BRUNT OF OUR LIES |
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BUT NOT UNTIL THE SPIRIT SINKS SO LOW |
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DOES A MAN START TO FEEL ALL ALONE |
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AND WHEN HE TURNS HIS BACK ON TRUST |
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THEN THEY'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN |
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CHORUS: |
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OH, I CAN SEE THERE AIN'T MUCH GOOD LEFT TO SAVE |
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IF ALL WE HAVE, WE LET TIME ERASE |
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BUT I CAN STILL MAKE THE BLUES FADE AWAY |
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TILL ALL I SEE IS YOUR SWEET FACE |
