| Hello, Mr. Darkcloud
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| Never thought that we would meet so soon
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| Never thought I’d bundle up in June
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| Funny how the fog rolls
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| Funnier that I’d know who to blame
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| Never thought I’d have to own this pain
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| If all that’s good and true comes from heaven
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| Then what’s a girl to do when it rains?
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| And I’m sayin'
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| I’m shakin' a fist in the dark
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| And I’m askin'
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| Why does it keep getting harder to say thanks?
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| Tell me what’s a girl to do
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| Even fields of flowers
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| Dressing in their best because of You
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| Knowing they are blessed to be in bloom
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| But what about November
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| When the air is cold and wet winds blow
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| Do they understand why they can’t grow?
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| I’m shakin' a fist in the dark
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| And I’m askin'
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| Why does it keep getting harder to say, to say, to say, to say thanks?
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| And I could not pretend to know the difference
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| Between the storms you send and those I find
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| And I’m sayin'
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| I’m shakin' a fist in the dark
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| And I’m askin'
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| Tell me what’s a girl to do
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| I’m shakin' a fist in the dark
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| And I’m askin'
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| Why does it keep getting harder
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| And I’m sayin'
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| Why, why?
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| Why does it keep getting harder to say thanks?
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| To say thanks
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| Why, why, why, why, why? |