| You lost your cool again and punched the bedroom door
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| You’re sick of workin' hard and always bein' poor
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| But you don’t have to feel ashamed
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| You don’t have to lose your way
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| Won’t do any good to sit and moan
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| Come take a walk down this old road
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| I said…
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| Just look at the sky
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| There’s no need to cry
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| Ain’t got money but we got sunshine
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| Mud on our boots and fish on the line
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| Ain’t got nothin' but we’re in paradise
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| Look at the sky
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| We’ll be alright
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| Ain’t got money but we got sunshine
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Forget the magazines, the tricks of Hollywood
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| They make it look so great that you forget what’s good
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| So you don’t have to feel ashamed
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| ‘Cause baby, I’m not that way
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| Remember the day you said hello?
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| I was at the river skippin' stones, and you said…
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| Just look at the sky
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| There’s no need to cry
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| Ain’t got money but we got sunshine
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| Mud on our boots and fish on the line
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| Ain’t got nothin' but we’re in paradise
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| Look at the sky
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| We’ll be alright
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| Ain’t got money but we got sunshine
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| When that old drunk livin' on the street is laughin' louder than me
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| I know something’s wrong and I start to see that this sweet sunshine is the
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| only gold I need
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| Well, I said…
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| Just look at the sky
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| There’s no need to cry
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| Ain’t got money but we got sunshine
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| Mud on our boots and fish on the line
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| Ain’t got nothin' but we’re in paradise
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| Look at the sky
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| We’ll be alright
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| Ain’t got money but we got sunshine
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| Oh, oh, oh |