| Birds sing for everyone but me, for me it rains
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| And I can’t hear the music for the pain
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| I see such happiness for some, but not for me
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| With love, I always try so hard to get it right
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| I find it gone just when I think I might
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| Regretfully I see it last for some, but not for me
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| Out of reach of all the things I want to have and hold
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| I’ve come to just accept that’s how it goes
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| I’ve come so close
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| Not for me, it’s not for me to question, I suppose
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| But I keep wondering what the future holds
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| Why must it be?
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| That life’s so sweet for some, but not for me
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| Birds sing for everyone but me, for me it rains
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| And I can’t see the sunshine for the pain
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| But I see such happiness for some, but not for me
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| For me it rains, there’s only pain
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| It’s not for me |