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I was so sincere.
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I see more clearly now.
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I, trust new friends just like,
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I can throw them.
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Fading traces of a, future leader.
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A summer squatting,
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I know I won¡¯t see them round next year.
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And this is all over my head.
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And this is all over my head.
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Rain, it¡¯s rain again, rain,
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down on my parade.
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I¡¯m wrong, you¡¯re right.
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It¡¯s not what you would do.
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Rain.
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Walk one mile in these shoes.
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In these careless days,
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you know who your friends are.
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A saving grace.
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A time to remember,
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what you¡¯ve taken,
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and who you took from.
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There¡¯s no, mistaking,
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what you give is what you get.
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And this is all over my head.
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And this is all over my head.
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Rain, it¡¯s rain again, rain,
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down on my parade.
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I¡¯m wrong, you¡¯re right.
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It¡¯s not what you would do.
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Rain.
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Walk one mile in these shoes.
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Change of Red Guard, every summer.
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They are handing, the park over.
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An ideal, idealistic.
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It¡¯s not real,
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it¡¯s, just a trick.
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Rain.
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Play a judge.
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All you want to.
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It makes no difference to me.
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It¡¯s raining again.
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It¡¯s raining again.
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It¡¯s raining again.
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