| It’s more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
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| It’s more than thunder, it’s more than thunder
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| It’s more than a bad dream and that’s why I’m sober
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| There’s no more dancing, it’s just a sad time
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| None of our pockets are filled with gold
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| And nobody’s caught the bouquet
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| And there are no dead presidents we can fold
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| Nothing is going our way
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| It’s more than a bad dream that I’ve got myself into
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| There’s no more dancing, there’s no more dancing
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| It’s more than goodbye that I have to say to you
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| And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now
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| None of our pockets are filled with gold
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| And nobody’s caught the bouquet
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| And there are no dead presidents we can fold
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| Nothing is going our way
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| It’s more than trouble that I’ve got myself into
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| There’s no more dancing, it’s just a sad time
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| It’s more than goodbye that I have to say to you
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| And only woe-be-gotten grey skies now
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| It’s more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now
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| It’s more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now |