| sunset’s painting up the sky,
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| there' s something in my eye.
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| why am i crying?
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| it’s the fourth of july.
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| friends come up to me and say,
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| «it's gonna be your day»
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| why are they lying?
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| it’s the fourth of july.
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| could it have something to do with the fact
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| that i’ve been feeling blue since friday?
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| you walked in with him again,
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| suddenly i knew it wasn’t my day,
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| oh no, well, anyway.
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| choo choo choo doo doo doo,
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| ch-ch-choo doo doo doo ah.
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| why am i crying?
|
| it’s the fourth of july.
|
| could it have something to do with the fact
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| that i’ve been feeling blue since friday?
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| you walked in with him again,
|
| suddenly i knew it wasn’t my day,
|
| oh no, well, anyway.
|
| sunset’s painting up the sky,
|
| there' s something in my eye.
|
| why am i crying?
|
| it’s the fourth of july.
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| why am i crying?
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| it’s the fourth of july.
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| oh, why am i crying?
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| it’s the fourth of july. |