| One thousand umbrellas
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| Upturned couldn’t catch all the rain
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| That drained out of my head
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| When you said we were
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| Over and over I cried
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| 'Til I floated downstream
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| To a town they call
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| Misery, oh oh misery
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| Misery oh oh misery
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| And one million teacups
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| I bet couldn’t hold all the wet
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| That fell out of my eyes
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| When you fell out with me
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| Now I’m crawling the wallpaper
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| That’s looking more like a roadmap
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| To misery, oh oh misery
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| How can you smile and forecast
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| Weather’s getting better
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| And you’ll soon forget her
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| If you let the sunshine come through
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| How can you smile and forecast
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| Weather’s getting better
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| If you never let a girl rain all over you
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| And just when I thought that my vista was golden in hue
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| One thousand umbrellas opened to spoil the view
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| One million salt seas
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| Recalled from school atlas
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| Alas, would be filled to the brim
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| Sunny Jim couldn’t jump it
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| How can I be pleased
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| When I’m handed the keys
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| To a town they call Misery
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| Oh oh Misery
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| So with a mop and a bucket
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| I’ll just say forget her
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| And carry on sweeping up
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| Where I’ve been weeping
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| The Jesters will creep in
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| To strike down the newly crowned Monarch
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| Of Misery, oh oh Misery
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| How can you smile and forecast
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| Weather’s getting better
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| And you’ll soon forget her
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| If you let the sunshine come through
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| How can you smile and forecast
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| Weather’s getting better
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| If you never let a girl rain all over you
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| Just when I thought that my skies were a June July blue
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| One thousand umbrellas opened
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| Two thousand umbrellas opened
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| Ten thousand umbrellas opened to spoil the view |