| A gypsy woman told my fortune,
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| said I’ll be rich someday
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| She said I’ll be king and ruler,
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| in a land of misery and pain
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| I’m tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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| falling down on me Please help me find some shelter,
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| from the pain that’s pouring on me.
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| I once met a blind man who asked me,
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| to see things he couldn’t see
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| He spoke of a land called Forever,
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| where you don’t need eyes to see
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| I’m tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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| falling down on me Please help me find some shelter,
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| from the pain that’s pouring on me.
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| Ya know I’ll be climbin’this mountain,
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| but it’s too rocky and steep
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| When i get over this mountain,
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| ya know I’ll be set free
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| I’m tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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| falling down on me Please help me find some shelter,
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| from the pain that’s pouring on me.
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| I’m tired of the rain that keeps falling,
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| falling down on me Please help me find some shelter,
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| from the pain that’s pouring on me. |