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Share some thoughts for all the pretty people |
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Bless the gods and all the wealthy fellas |
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See how they run, see how they try |
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To give their best for all our beauty |
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They wear dignity like the falling angels |
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Proper shoes and the velvet trousers |
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We were tramps and whores who gathered around |
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Let's shed a tear for those who's crying |
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And there ain't no shame |
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Everybody's waiting for a sunny day |
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Everybody gets their shot of being someone |
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So use your sunny day |
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We're the dirt in the fields you're running |
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We're the springtime's first carnation |
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And we are all alone and so we stand |
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Above you all, the matched creation |
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Let's all sing for our broken future |
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Let's sing for all the idiots |
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Who will not share their lands |
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Their lands of gold and big ideas |
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We ain't got nothing to live up to |
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And there ain't no shame |
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Everybody's waiting for a sunny day |
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Everybody gets their shots of being someone |
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So use your sunny day |
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And we share our pain |
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Everybody's waiting for a sunny day |
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Everybody gets their shot of being someone |
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So hail the sunny days |
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And there ain't no shame |
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Everybody's waiting for a sunny day |
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Everybody gets their shot of being someone |
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So hail your sunny day |
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And we share our pain |
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Everybody's waiting for a sunny day |
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Everybody gets their shot of being someone |
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So hail the sunny days |
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You gotta hail your sunny days |
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You gotta hail your sunny days |
