| One time I tried to sing
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| About spring and a storm
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| But you know
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| How it goes
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| Blah blah blah blah
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| Blah blah blah blah blah
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| All along
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| Won’t you please stop complaining
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| I’m playing a song
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| But all the rain comes down the same
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| Falling to from where it came
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| On the ground then back around
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| Up into the sky
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| I wish you could have heard the music
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| When the clouds growled overhead
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| I finally felt enthusiastic
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| I finally felt alive
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| Blah blah blah blah
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| Blah blah blah blah blah
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| So you said
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| Would it please you to listen
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| To thunder instead
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| Man the rain came down that day
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| And it drained my soul away
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| And I wondered why I even
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| Bothered to try
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| Mr. Moon (Yeah?)
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| Tell us about the sky
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| The sky is deep and dark and eternally high
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| Many people think that’s where you go when you die
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| Do you?
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| Well I think you return to obscure
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| Or wherever you were
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| Before you were
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| But I won’t let you lose yourself
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| In the rain
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| We have so much left to sing
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| There’s a storm for every spring
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| All you see and you and me
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| Became from a star
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| You’re a star
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| Yes you are
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| (Silent explosive and silent explosive and…)
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| Create until nothing is left to create and
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| The universe bursts with an overworked sigh then
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| Pretend to pretend to re-crown the creation and
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| Sing the same thing till the clouds start to cry and then
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| Over and over and over again and then
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| Over and over and
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| Never again |