| On days like these
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| When the rain won’t fall
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| And the sky is so dry
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| That even birds can’t call
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| I can feel your tears
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| Disappearing in the air
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| Carried on the breeze
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| On days like these
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| Its years like these
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| That makes a young man old
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| Bend his back against the promises
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| That life should hold
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| They can make him wise
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| They can drive him to his knees
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| Nothing comes for free
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| On days like these
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| But you can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| And you can’t plant in fallow ground
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| So let us fill this empty earth with hope
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| Until the rains come down
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| In lives like these
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| Where every moment counts
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| I add up all the things
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| That I can live without
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| When the one thing left
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| Is the blessing of my dreams?
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| I can make my peace
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| With days like these
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| I can make my peace
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| With days like these |