| I got a bucket full of rain
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| I got your heart inside my locket
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| I have no more lies and no more tales to tell
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| I hear the thumping of the train
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| I hear the jinglin' in my pockets
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| I spent half of my life in bars and cheap motels
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| I sold all of my dreams
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| For a nickel and a dime
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| And I could take on the world in a sweep
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| But I never took the time
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| So everybody sing along the song of maybes
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| I did all the best that I could
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| So goodbye my pretty baby
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| I’ll be off to hollywood
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| Maybe you’re seein' someone else
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| Maybe you’re lost behind your window
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| Maybe you’ve found a smart way to occupy your mind
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| Maybe you curl up in a shell
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| Or dig a hole into your pillow
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| There may be bigger fish to catch and more treasures left to find
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| Maybe you’ll stand your ground
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| Or escape in full retreat
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| Or maybe you’ll take a chance
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| And decide to join me dancing in the streets
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| So everybody sing along the song of maybes
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| I did all the best that I could
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| So goodbye my pretty baby
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| I’ll be off to hollywood
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| So everybody sing along the song of maybes
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| I did all the best that I could
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| So goodbye my pretty baby
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| I’ll be off to hollywood |