| I’m walking down the street in the rain, my umbrella high above my head
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| High above my head
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| Puddles along the wet sidewalks and gutters, (pitter patter)
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| Rain lightly falling from the sky (pitter patter)
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| Rain lightly falling from the sky
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| Red and green and free design
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| Umbrellas are in bloom, nourished by the rain
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| I’m walking down the street in the rain, my umbrella high above my head
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| High above my head
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| Though the clouds, the blackness and rain
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| I see the lightning strike as though it were pain
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| Rain falling hard on a sea of umbrellas
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| A colorful bottomless ocean
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| Then the wind it blows and it blows
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| I see the umbrellas bend, they creak and they groan
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| Gusting down alleys and through streets of cars
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| Causing unbottled unspent commotion
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| I spy a patch of blue through a cloud
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| A patch of blue through a shroud
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| Hopefully umbrellas hide and shrink and close
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| As the noonday sun peeks through the clouds |