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i was deprived of a young girls dream. by the cruel force of nature from the blue. |
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instead of a night full of romance supreme, all i got was a runny nose and agiatic flu. |
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it's raining on prom night. my head is a mess. it's running all over my taffeta dress. |
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it's wilting the quilting on my maiden farp, and mascara flows |
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right down my nose, because of the storm. |
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i don't even have my corsage, oh gee, it fell down the sewer with my sister's id. |
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yes it's rainging on prom night. oh my darling what can i do? i miss you. |
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it'srainging rain from the skies. and it's raining real tears from ym eyes, over you. |
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oh dear God make him feel the same way i do right now. make him want to see me again. |
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oh what can i do?! |
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oh it's raining, rain from the skies. |
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it's raining |
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tears from my eyes |
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over you, raining! |
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ooohhh |
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tears from my eyes |
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over you, raining |
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oohh |
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raining on prom night. |
