The sentimental sun in his teary sky
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Says he doesn't want to shine today
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You tell me to imagine myself with another lover
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That's easy for you to say
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The April that I knew with her cool soft rain
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Has turned into a flowerless May
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You tell me to go on with my life as if nothing's happened
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That's easy for you to say
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Maybe I should quote the letters that you wrote
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I was your Mr. Right, if you recall
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You tell me not to do it, but you're not going through it
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I guess I'm not so right after all
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The melancholy moon is awfully pale
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And while his light is dim you seem OK
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You tell me there are plenty of fish in the deep blue sea
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That's easy for you to say
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The melancholy moon is awfully pale
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And while his light is dim you seem OK
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You tell me there are plenty of fish in the deep blue sea
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But the only one I caught just got away
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It's easy for you, easy for you
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It's all so easy for you to say
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Easy For You To Say
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| Harry Connick, Jr. |
