| I woke up in the morning
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| Didn’t feel it coming
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| Raindrops kept on falling
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| That storm, coming without warning
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| In the days before the rain came
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| They laughed about doomsday
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| Like who are they for them to say
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| Righteous, righteous, dealing in some hearsay
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| But when I woke up in the morning
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| Everything was floating
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| Way up there above me
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| All my life and all of my belonging
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| And it has to make you wonder
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| Righteous, righteous drop upon the soldier, oh
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| Don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| And don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| Don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| After the rain
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| Though yesterday seemed simple
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| Simple but surreal
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| Well, if there’s truth in what the rain steals
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| Truth, truth, is an anchor revealed
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| That pulls you back in these times
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| And holds you to a true lie
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| Don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| And don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| Don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| After the rain
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| So when I woke up in the morning
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| Didn’t see it coming
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| Raindrops kept on falling
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| That storm, coming without warning
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| And pulls you back in these times
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| And it brings you to a true lie
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| Don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| And don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| Don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| And don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| And don’t I know, don’t I know
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| Better days will come again?
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| After the rain |