| The rain starts off
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| And it wakes you up
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| You can’t sleep
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| With that racket on the roof
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| You get up slow
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| But you can’t get going
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| It seems this morning
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| The lowness has won
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| Did you stop to see
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| Mediocrity and your self pity
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| They were stealing a kiss
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| Look at their lips, still shiny
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| Did you notice that happiness
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| Happens less the more often
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| You stop to find where it’s been hiding
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| You say it’s not my fault
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| That I get so low
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| There’s a weight
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| On my soul that just
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| Keeps pulling me down,
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| It’s pulling me down
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| I swear it
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| So come on by my house
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| And unleash me your monsters
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| With you at the helm
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| We’ll go crashing around together
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| Don’t mistake some initial hate
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| For something more than cautionary
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| Cause baby this is love
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| I’ll come down to hell
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| To keep you company
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| Of all the days we’ve got
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| We should be screaming out
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| Of all the days we’ve got
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| We should be screaming out
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| Of all the days we’ve got
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| We should be singing
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| What’s to be done
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| One hundred and one
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| In a tent for twelve
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| With fingers and elbows
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| In innocent ribs
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| We’re minding our business
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| We’re just minding our business
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| Instead of minding our minds
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| In times when the storms
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| Could ravage your clothes
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| The sound and the colour
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| Could render you blind
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| Or the throes of a nightmare
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| Could sing you to sleep
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| Then some foreign machine wakes
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| You up at a mean hour
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| But heaven is there
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| Its under your hair
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| It hides in the new noise
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| Way up in the air
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| Like a bird on the breeze
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| Waiting for you and maybe me too
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| And whats there to do
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| One hundred and two
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| Are out on the doorstep
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| And they’re pushing the bolts back
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| They’re wanting in
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| They’re humming our hymn
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| Everybody’s singing like beautiful birds
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| Everybody’s singing like beautiful birds
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| Everybody’s singing like beautiful birds
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| In the trees, listen to it
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| And it’s easy man
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| You can do it too
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| Sing: I know what I want
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| And I know what I need
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| Cause it’s the simplest thing
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| It’s the simplest thing
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| It’s the simplest thing
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| Ohhh
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| It’s just the simplest thing
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| Of all the nights we’ve got
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| We should be stepping out
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| Of all the nights we’ve got
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| We should be stepping out
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| Of all the nights we touch
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| We should be swinging around
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| From house to house
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| If I could cheer you up
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| That would mean so much
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| Clowns in love just laughing it off
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| Laughing it off, laughing it off
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| You say its not my fault
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| That I get so low
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| But to drown you too
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| That’s a sick way to love
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| It’s a sick way to love
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| It’s a fucking sick way to love |