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They come in like the rain |
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They come in like the rain |
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Unwelcome, like the water flooding its way |
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Through the underground |
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Seeping in and tugging at the corners of my mouth |
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And I pack my umbrella for another day |
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I knew a girl who told me |
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She told me "you don't want to know |
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You don't want to know all they've done to me" |
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When she was done crying she just cracked a joke |
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She cracked a joke |
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And she has a smile for every thunderstorm |
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She has a smile for every thunderstorm |
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But mostly the days carry light |
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Oh and you tried running away |
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Oh and you tried running back home again |
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But when you just sit tight |
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It's just up and down |
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And up and down and up again |
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A good friend of mine likes to say |
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"Life's so hard when you're not in bed" |
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And mostly I'd agree with him |
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Yeah there are some days |
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When you peer off the brisbane bridge |
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And think sweet thoughts about the river |
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Yeah there are some days when the past |
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Is just a maze where you lost yourself |
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Do you feel you might waste away? |
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But mostly the days carry light |
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Oh and you tried running away |
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Oh and you tried running back home again |
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But when you just sit tight |
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It's just up and down |
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And up and down and up again |
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And I pack my umbrella for another day.. |
