| I was so sincere.
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| I see more clearly now.
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| I, trust new friends just like,
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| I can throw them.
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| Fading traces of a, future leader.
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| A summer squatting,
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| I know I won抰 see them round next year.
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| And this is all over my head.
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| And this is all over my head.
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| Rain, it抯 rain again, rain,
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| down on my parade.
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| I抦 wrong, you抮e right.
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| It抯 not what you would do.
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| Rain.
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| Walk one mile in these shoes.
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| In these careless days,
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| you know who your friends are.
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| A saving grace.
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| A time to remember,
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| what you抳e taken,
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| and who you took from.
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| There抯 no, mistaking,
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| what you give is what you get.
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| And this is all over my head.
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| And this is all over my head.
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| Rain, it抯 rain again, rain,
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| down on my parade.
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| I抦 wrong, you抮e right.
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| It抯 not what you would do.
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| Rain.
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| Walk one mile in these shoes.
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| Change of Red Guard, every summer.
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| They are handing, the park over.
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| An ideal, idealistic.
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| It’s not real,
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| it’s just a trick.
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| Rain.
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| Play a judge.
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| All you want to.
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| It makes no difference to me.
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| It’s raining again.
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| It’s raining again.
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| It’s raining again. |