Rain falling in a paper cup
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Got her head turned down and her collar pulled up
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There¡¯s a sorrow in her eye and a sadness in her sigh
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But she ain¡¯t gonna talk unless you come again, come again
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Sitting on a curb in the afternoon
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Watching colors dance around like her feet to a tune
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You know she knows she knows she knows
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There goes it goes it goes
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You better come again
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Chorus:
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I got a lot to learn baby . . .
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So please won¡¯t you teach me
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I got a lot to learn baby
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And everybody wants a shot at you darling
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Oh she said
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You can¡¯t help me if you¡¯ve never been
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Got my head filled up with the memories of everything
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And I can never sleep ¡®cause the shuffle of the feet
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Always pounding in my brain like a hurricane
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Still I can see your open hand
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If you can¡¯t let me near, then I can¡¯t help you stand
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I¡¯ve got nothing to complain about
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Nothing I can shout about
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Maybe I could bust you out
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Chorus
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And you don¡¯t care about tomorrow
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You just stand out in the rain
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And if you listen you can hear
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That I¡¯m the one whose got his hand out looking for a little change
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Chorus
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Oh, You look so good
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Chorus
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Good (I've Got A Lot To Learn)
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| Dakona |
