| Share some thoughts for all the pretty people
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| Bless the gods and all the wealthy fellas
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| See how they run, see how they try
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| To give their best for all our beauty
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| They wear dignity like the falling angels
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| Proper shoes and the velvet trousers
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| We were tramps and whores who gathered around
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| Let’s shed a tear for those who’s crying
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| And there ain’t no shame
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| Everybody’s waiting for a sunny day
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| Everybody gets their shot of being someone
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| So use your sunny day
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| We’re the dirt in the fields you’re running
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| We’re the springtime’s first carnation
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| And we are all alone and so we stand
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| Above you all, the matched creation
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| Let’s all sing for our broken future
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| Let’s sing for all the idiots
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| Who will not share their lands
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| Their lands of gold and big ideas
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| We ain’t got nothing to live up to
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| And there ain’t no shame
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| Everybody’s waiting for a sunny day
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| Everybody gets their shots of being someone
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| So use your sunny day
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| And we share our pain
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| Everybody’s waiting for a sunny day
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| Everybody gets their shot of being someone
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| So hail the sunny days
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| And there ain’t no shame
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| Everybody’s waiting for a sunny day
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| Everybody gets their shot of being someone
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| So hail your sunny day
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| And we share our pain
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| Everybody’s waiting for a sunny day
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| Everybody gets their shot of being someone
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| So hail the sunny days
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| You gotta hail your sunny days
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| You gotta hail your sunny days |