| Some days nothing comes my way, nothing but nothing that is
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| A heaven of rain clouds crown my day, queen of the wet ghost town brigade
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| Then you walk by and from my sky, nothing falls without a sparkle
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| Feeling it kissing my face, so even I don’t know I’m crying
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| Now you’re him, out is in, who has time to live in sorrow
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| Umbrellas are chapel ceilings in chrome
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| And I dig the nylon blue lining your avenue
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| I’m not waiting on the sun like a bus that never comes
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| I’m at home with my colander sky
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| I’m just hanging with a friend
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| I don’t need this storm to end
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| I’m in deep with my colander guy
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| It’s you, you and me babe, and our colander eyes
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| Then you walk in, and for my sins
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| Nothing hurts for feeling groovy
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| Everything seems appealing
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| And even I don’t know I’m lying
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| But we soon forget how to get on wet
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| We pass the towel and get back to drying
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| And only the time is flying
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| But then with only our chances slim
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| Back to nephrology again |