| Fresh out of high school, diploma in hand
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| Ain’t much you ain’t seen and don’t understand
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| Ain’t going steady, she’s ripe and ready
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| It’s all so heady, this graduation
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| Two years later she’s walking the floor
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| She loves her baby but she don’t want no more
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| She’s met the crisis, lost paradises
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| World’s not as nice as she thought that it would be
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| Don’t you worry things will work out for the best
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| You just watch out for yourself don’t worry about the rest
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| Even though you watched your rainbow fade away
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| It almost always means a brighter one is gonna come someday
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| Fresh out of college, he’s got his degree
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| He’s educated, success guaranteed
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| No job is waiting, it’s aggravating
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| He’s turned to painting apartment houses
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| He paints the landlord’s, and she’s right above
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| She meets the painter they fall into love
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| They move to 'Frisco, opened up a Disco
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| Now see, it just goes to show you what I mean
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| So don’t you worry things will work out for the best
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| Live each day like it’s your last don’t worry about the rest
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| If you’re too far down just play the «Rainbow Song»
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| It’s not too hard to find a groove, get back and just sing along |