| He jack of all trades master of none
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| Seen down the barrel of a teenagers gun
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| Puts on his makeup in the a.m., pretends to cry, for that they pay him
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| And his best friend held his head on the night they thought that he was dead
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| On the dirty, dirty kitchen floor, but he ain’t around much anymore
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| He can’t complain, he can’t complain
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| One look and there’s no doubt, there’s not a damn thing to complain about
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| It’s just a little rain, can’t complain
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| She run run run run run from the east
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| She run run run run run to escape the beast
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| Cuts her hair and change her name
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| Into her life a child came
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| Helped her escape her past, they all said it would not last
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| But he took every bit of trust, and he ground it into dust
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| But she can’t complain, she can’t complain
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| She better get those tears off her face, if she wants to stay in this race
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| It’s just a little rain, she can’t complain
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| Here’s a letter from my mom and dad
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| Oh it’s lovely here don’t you dare be sad
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| Maybe someday you’ll see Greece, maybe someday you’ll find peace
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| It’ll be the best damn birthday you ever had
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| And I can’t complain, I can’t complain
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| To complain would just be wrong, unless of course you count this song
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| It’s just a little rain, yeah just a little rain, I can’t complain |