One-thousand umbrellas upturned
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Couldn't catch all the rain,
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That drained out of my head
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When you said we were over, over
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I cryed 'til I floated downstream,
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To a town they call Misery
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Uh-huh Misery, Misery, uh-huh, Misery
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And one-million teacups
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I bet couldn't hold
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All the wet that fell out of my eyes
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When you fell out with me
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Now I'm crawling the wallpaper
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That's looking more like a roadmap
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To Misery, uh-huh, Misery
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How can you smile and forecast
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Weather's getting better
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And you'll soon forget her if you let
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The sunshine come through
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How can you smile and forecast
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Weather's getting better
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If you never let a girl rain all over you
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Just when I thought that
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My vista was golden in hue
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1000 umbrellas opened
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To spoil the view
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And one-million salt seas
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Recalled from school atlas
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So eyes could be filled to the brim
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Sunny Jim couldn't jump it
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How can I be pleased
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When I'm handed the keys
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To a town they call Misery
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Uh-huh Misery. Misery, uh-huh, Misery
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So with the mop and the bucket
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I'll just say forget her and carry on
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Sweeping up where I'd been weeping
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The jester's now creeping to strike down
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The newly crowned monarch of
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Misery, uh-huh, Misery
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How can you smile and forecast
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Weather's getting better
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And you'll soon forget her if you let
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The sunshine come through
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How can you smile and forecast
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Weather's getting better
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If you never let a girl rain all over you
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And just when I thought
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That my skies were a June-July blue
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One-thousand umbrellas open
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Two-thousand umbrellas open
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Ten-thousand umbrellas open to spoil the view
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