Vera comes home on Sunday morning after hanging with the boys all night
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Laughing and drinking with them, thinking she's one of them
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And that makes everything allright
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She vaguely remembers going out in the parking lot
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With the stone mason's son
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Who had his way with her, then walked away when he was done
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Sometimes she thinks about leaving--she tells herself, someday
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You know, her daddy said she'd never amount to much
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Of anything anyway
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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No, that ain't the way it's supposed to be
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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I've cried so many tears over man's unkindness to man
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People say that's the way it is, but we gotta do what we can
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Why does it have to be that way, I just don't understand
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Rain falling from my eyes, rain falling from the sky
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And I don't know why
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A pack of jokers get their jollies beating up on a black king
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There's outrage in the city for a while
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But do you think it'll really change anything
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Get rid of the gates, free the people
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And let the games commence
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We gotta take our power back
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And use it in ways that make sense
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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If I could, I would change the course of history
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, rain washing over me
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, pain washing over me
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Rain, wash it away, rain, wash it away
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Wash the pain away, rain, wash it away
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Oh, tears falling down on me
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Tears Falling Down On Me
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| Carole King |
