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The rain starts off and it wakes you up |
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You can't sleep with that racket on the roof |
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You get up slow but you can't get going |
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It seems this morning the lowness has won |
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Did you stop to see? Mediocrity and your self pity, |
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They were stealing a kiss, look at their lips, still shiny |
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Did you notice that happiness |
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Happens less the more often you stop to find where it's been hiding |
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You say, \"It's not my fault that I get so low |
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There's a weight on my soul that just keeps pulling me down, |
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It's pulling me down, I swear it\" |
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So come on by my house and unleash me your monsters |
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With you at the healm we'll go crashing around together |
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Don't mistake some initial hate for something more that cautionary |
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Cause baby this is love, I'll come down to hell to keep you company |
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Of all the days we've got we should be screaming out... |
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Of all the days we've got we should be singing... |
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What's to be done? One hundred and one |
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In a tent for twelve with fingers and elbows |
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In innocent ribs, we're minding our business |
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We're just minding our business instead of minding our minds |
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In times when the storms will ravage your clothes, |
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The sound and the colour could render you blind |
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And the throes of a nightmare can sing you to sleep |
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Then some foreign machine wakes you up at a mean hour |
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But heaven is there, under your hair, |
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It hides in the noon noise way up in the air |
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Like a bird on the breeze |
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Waiting for you and maybe me too |
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Whats there to do? One hundred and two |
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Are out on the doorstep and they're pushing the bolts back |
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They're wanting in, they're humming our hymn |
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Everybodys singing like beautiful birds... |
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In the trees, listen to it, it's easy man, you can do it too |
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Sing: I know what I want |
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I know what I need |
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Cause it's the simplest thing |
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Of all the nights we've got we should be stepping out... |
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Of all the nights we touch we should be swinging around from house to house |
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If I could cheer you up it would mean so much, |
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Clowns in love and laughing it off, laughing it off, laughing it off |
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You say, \"its not my fault that I get so low |
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But to drown you too, that's a sick way to love, it's a sick way to love, |
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It's a fucking sick way to love\" |