| Rained again last night
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| Streets are slowly drying
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| Sunlight’s not too bright
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| I don’t believe it’s trying
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| I never used to care
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| It wouldn’t cross my mind
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| You’d be surprised, the things I notice now
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| The mailman’s overdue
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| Man upstairs is typin'
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| My neighbour’s has the flu
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| And his wife has started gripin'
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| I never used to care
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| It wouldn’t cross my mind
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| You’d be surprised, the things I notice now
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| I’m sittin' in the window seat
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| Just watchin' my day walk by
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| There’s a lot of people I should meet
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| If I could find a reason why
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| There’s a whole lot of things
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| I oughta get up and do
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| Like finding you
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| Mornin' streets are jammed
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| Taxi driver’s swearin'
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| I think his rage is shammed
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| He looks like he’s past carin'
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| I never used to care
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| It wouldn’t cross my mind
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| You’d be surprised, the things I notice now
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| I’m going to get myself in line
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| I’m gonna get a hold on things
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| I’m probably going to be just fine
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| We’ll see what tomorrow brings
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| There’s a whole lot of things
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| I’ve gotta get up and do
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| Like finding you
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| Rained again last night
|
| Streets are slowly drying
|
| Sunlight’s not too bright
|
| I don’t believe it’s tryin'
|
| I never used to care
|
| It wouldn’t cross my mind
|
| You’d be surprised, the things I notice now |