| I may be down
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| But things are looking up
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| All the grass is turning brown
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| But things are looking up
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| I don’t have a white picket fence
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| But things are looking up
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| Happiness is a good league hence
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| But things are looking up
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| The sting reminding me
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| At least it seems to be
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| That I am fiery
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| And must be burning burning
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| Upon the wind
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| You take your medicine
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| Whether I lose or win
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| I hope I’m learning learning
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| Take all you want I don’t care
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| And I’ll look up if I am down a share
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| We never promised we’d play fair
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| It’s a lonely town
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| But things are looking up
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| A hard old rain is falling down
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| But things are looking up
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| Im in a pile of leaves and I’ve got no rake
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| But things are looking up
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| So giveth unto me a break
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| Cause things are looking up
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| The sting reminding me
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| At least it seems to be
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| That I am fiery
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| And must be burning burning
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| Upon the wind
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| You take your medicine
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| Whether I lose or win
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| I hope I’m learning learning
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| Take all you want I don’t care
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| And I’ll look up if I am down a share
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| We never promised we’d play fair
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| Hands in my pocket eyes on the ground
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| Just like a storm cloud walking all over town
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| Dreams in the gutter spirits on the floor
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| Hope’s in the dumpster but there’s always room for more
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| I may be down
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| But things are looking up
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| All the grass is turning brown
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| But things are looking up
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| The sting reminding me
|
| At least it seems to be
|
| That I am fiery
|
| And must be burning burning
|
| Upon the wind
|
| You take your medicine
|
| Whether I lose or win
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| I hope I’m learning learning
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| Take all you want I don’t care
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| And I’ll look up if I am down a share
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| We never promised we’d play fair |