| You were lost after the rain fell
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| And empty campers
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| You’d broken your only shell
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| Oh, life’s what you make it
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| So go make the most out of it
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| And, oh, there’s no use in crying
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| 'Cause after the rain comes the sun
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| I’ve been waiting for someone
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| And you’ve been aching for the sun
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| But it will come
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| In the forest
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| There’s no one to hear your cries
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| But through the clearing
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| There’ll always be someone who will try
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| Oh, life’s what you make it
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| So go make the most out of it
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| And, oh, there’s no use in crying
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| 'Cause after the rain comes the sun
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| I’ve been waiting for someone
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| And you’ve been aching for the sun
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| I’ve been waiting for someone
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| You’ve been aching for the sun
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| It will come |