| Everyone’s wearing jackets but me.
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| Everyone’s holding parasols, whistling,
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| Everyone’s wearing jackets but me,
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| I’m feeling melancholy.
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| Melancholy.
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| Everyone’s got a bicycle but me.
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| Cruising down the avenue, like feathers on the sea.
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| Everyone’s got a bicycle but me.
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| It’s so unsettling.
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| Unsettling.
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| But what is there to do,
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| when you know that you’ve been a fool,
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| By the rainiest of summer?
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| Rainiest day of summer.
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| Just when you decide,
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| You wanna take a little step outside,
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| You get plummeted by the downpour,
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| On the rainiest day of summer.
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| Everyone’s got the message but me.
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| Rubber boots, and high tops, and skirts below the knee.
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| Everyone’s got the message but me.
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| So why am I still laughing?
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| Why am I still laughing?
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| 'Cause it seems I’ve found the evidence,
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| That the weatherman lied.
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| But maybe there’s a side of us,
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| That wants to be denied.
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| (Rainiest day, rainiest day, rainiest day of summer)
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| But what is there to do,
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| when you know that you’ve been a fool
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| By the rainiest of summer?
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| Rainiest day of summer.
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| Just when you decide,
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| You wanna take a little step outside,
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| You get plummeted by the downpour,
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| On the rainiest day of summer. |