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the morning rain it keeps on falling |
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just like the tear falling from my eye |
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and yet i see in my room |
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staring hard at the gloom |
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is the rain |
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it's the same |
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i can't help, i can't help but take care of you |
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where the sun used to shine at my back door |
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i maw the clouds and i taunt the rain |
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and all my laughter's hurting pain |
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yes, it's the same |
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the same old |
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the same old blues |
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the sun shines, the sun shines |
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it's all the same |
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the right rain, it's like a clown to me |
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and as i see it in my room |
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staring hard at the gloom |
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is the rain |
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it's the same |
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i stare at the rain |
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and it's the same |
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the same old blues |
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i still know it's the rain |
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and i said it's the same old blues |