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? 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? rain again, rain,
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down on my parade.
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I? wrong, you?e right.
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It? 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?e taken,
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and who you took from.
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There? 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? rain again, rain,
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down on my parade.
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I? wrong, you?e right.
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It? 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? not real,
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it?, 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? raining again.
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It? raining again.
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It? raining again.
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East 3rd Street
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| Quicksand |
