| I don’t need your umbrella
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| That’s okay, I like the rain
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| Let the sky fall on me
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| While everyone else complains
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| I learned a lot from Gene Kelly
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| When it pours, it makes me sing
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| With the clouds above me
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| Covering everything
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| Not long ago I misjudged it
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| I thought only smiles would do
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| Now I see I need
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| The tears and frowns too
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| Slowly drenched in drizzle
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| No rubber boots, no parasol
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| It’s not a rollercoaster
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| Without the rise and fall
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| I’m riding it out
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| Riding it out
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| Riding it out
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| I’ll hold my ground
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| I’m riding it out
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| Staring it down
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| Holding my ground
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| I’ll ride it out
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| I feel my roots digging in to the soil
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| Yeah it’s feeding me
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| I feel the truth is a friend of the toil
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| Now it’s leading me
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| I’ll dance around the lamppost
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| With my ghosts, I’ll take them on
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| The streets return an echo
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| The crowds have all gone
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| Snuggled deep in their snail shells
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| Just as well, it’s alright to hide
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| As for me, I need to
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| Breathe the air outside
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| I’m riding it out
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| Riding it out
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| Riding it out
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| I’ll hold my ground
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| I’m riding it out
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| Staring it down
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| Holding my ground
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| I’ll ride it out
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| I feel my roots digging in to the soil
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| Yeah it’s feeding me
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| I feel the truth is a friend of the toil
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| Now it’s leading me
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| Thunder’s only a whisper
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| Sometimes grief can look like fear
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| No storm can last forever
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| The sky was born clear
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| I don’t need your umbrella
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| That’s okay, I like the rain
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| Let the sky fall on me |