| On Monday the sun will be shining
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| On Tuesday the weather was fine
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| Wednesday and Thursday went by
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| By Friday the clouds filled the sky
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| This morning I knew it would rain
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| The moment the telephone rang
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| I heard your voice and I knew
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| The sky turned a new shade of blue
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| And it looks like rain
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| It always rains on Saturday
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| The dark clouds came
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| And the sunny days are gone away
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| This house feels so cold
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| It always feels like this when he goes away
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| There’s really nothing new about the rain
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| It always rains on Saturday
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| I look into Billy’s young smile
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| And watch him watch Big Bird a while
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| His daddy will be here by eight
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| Seems like the sky’s turning grey
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| There’s an overnight bag on the stairs
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| Beside a one eyed teddy bear
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| I hold Billy and try not to cry
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| And whisper kiss mommy goodbye
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| It always feels like this when Billy goes away |