| And the rain falls down in sheets of blue and gray
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| Where did the Sun go, where’s my summer’s day?
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| And everyone’s in love, oh everyone but me
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| Everyone’s got someplace they have to be
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| And everybody’s on their own every single day
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| They wanna tell you otherwise but don’t know what to say
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| And I can tell you something which I know this much is true
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| And everybody earns a little less than what they say
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| They’re all saving pennies just to last a day
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| And I can tell you something which I know this much is true
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| Oh she lives in a world tucked inside her head
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| Crying every night before she goes to bed
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| And he’s leaving here tomorrow, or so he says
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| Living on his sorrow, but he’ll forget tomorrow
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| And everybody’s on their own every single day
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| They wanna tell you otherwise but don’t know what to say
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| And I can tell you something which I know this much is true
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| And everybody earns a little less than what they say
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| They’re all saving pennies just to last a day
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| And I can tell you something which I know this much is true
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| This much is true, this much is true, I know this much is true
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| This much is true |