| Holding fire to polaroids of me and you, babe
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| Lighting up these memories, and watching them turn to smoke
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| There ain’t much left for me to say to you, babe
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| Except so long, with no dear John for you when you get home
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| And I’ll be gone by the morning
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| Yeah, I’ll be singing a brand new song
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| Sometimes, this life is a stormin'
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| So if the sun don’t shine, you gotta pay no mind
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| With a keep on movin' on
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| No, I ain’t gonna cry to desperado
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| I’ve heard those lines too many times to let them bring me down
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| I’ve packed up all your records and my sorrow
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| Left them in a cardboard box with a duct tape lock on the other side of town
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| And I’ll be gone by the morning
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| Yeah, I’ll be singing a brand new song
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| Sometimes, this life is a stormin'
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| So if the sun don’t shine, you gotta pay no mind
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| With a keep on movin' on
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| Sometimes things don’t work out like you planned them
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| That lemonade you’re sippin' turns to lemon in your hand
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| Well, let this be your little leavin' anthem
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| If the sun don’t shine, you gotta pay no mind
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| With a keep on movin' on
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| And I’ll be gone by the morning
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| Yeah, I’ll be singing a brand new song
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| Sometimes, this life is a stormin'
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| So if the sun don’t shine, you gotta pay no mind
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| With a keep on movin' on
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| Yeah, if the sun don’t shine, you gotta pay no mind
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| With a keep on movin' on
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| So if the sun don’t shine, you gotta pay no mind
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| With a keep on movin' on |