| He married young, all rather at his bride’s insistence
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| He played it dumb, walked the line of least resistance
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| And payed no mind to this and that, no phony answers
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| If we’re going blind, Momma’s heart and Daddy’s cancers
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| Turn from the rain for all the good it done you
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| Turn from the rain you might as well have gone through
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| But I’ll try my hand at another one
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| All things must pass that stand beneath the sun
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| Oh lord, Oh oh He felt the truth wasn’t known to him so I tried pretending
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| And he raised the roof to see there’d be no happy endings
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| Out in the night, waited all night, returned at seven
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| But I tell you son, either way it dies, it will not matter
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| Turn from the rain for all the good it done you
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| Turn from the rain you might as well have gone through
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| But I’ll try my hand at another one
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| All things must pass that stand beneath the sun
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| Oh lord, Oh lord
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| Turn from the rain for all the good it done you
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| Turn from the rain you might as well have gone through
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| But I’ll try my hand at another one
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| All things must pass that stand beneath the sun
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| Oh lord, Oh oh Oh lord, Oh no Oh lord |