| I couldn’t tell you why
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| I’m never feeling satisfied
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| But every time the sun don’t shine
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| It makes me want to run and hide
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| From the songs in my head
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| Here comes the rain again
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| She’s coming for to break the drought
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| But she’s such a cloudy friend
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| And she’s bringing forth the shadow of doubt
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| Ain’t it funny how, when you think
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| That you’ve got it all figured out
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| That these things sometimes
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| Seem organised well in advance of me
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| Or the callings of my heart
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| So we hit the doldrums now
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| Sails hanging loose on the lines
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| And we couldn’t sink or swim
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| Just praying for a merciful tide
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| With this song 'round my neck
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| Lull of the afternoon
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| And we’ve grown numb to the feel
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| So set navigation true
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| Then i rope myself to the wheel
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| On this dried out sea, when you go
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| Well you go, you go, you go
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| And these things sometimes seem
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| Seem organised well in advance of me
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| Or the callings of my heart
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| And i do believe that fatalism is complacency
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| When you float your fears too far
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| But the moment that i take my leave
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| I’m back up out that door
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| So I can never rest assured
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| In the callings of my heart
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| I couldn’t tell you why
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| I’m never feeling satisfied
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| But every time the sun don’t shine
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| It makes me want to run and hide
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| From the songs
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| I couldn’t tell you why
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| I’m never feeling satisfied
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| But every time the sun don’t shine
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| It makes me want to run and hide
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| Around my neck |