Well I don't care about the summer rain
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I know it's good for the garden
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Don't care what blue skies
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They turn to grey
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When you come around
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And try to run me down
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Storm clouds darken...mmm...yeah
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I don't get down when the fields go brown
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It's just a charm of the season
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Well things in nature have their reason
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But when you come along and try to do me wrong
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Well the first time I'll ignore it
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But don't you push beyond the pale
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But then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
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And you may think you're going to walk right all over me
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But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
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The wind blows cold as the year grows old
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Yeah that's just the natural way it goes
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I feel a chill from my head down to my toes
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Each time you call my name
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And tell me I'm to blame
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Well the first time I recall don't you push beyond the pale
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Then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
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And you may think you're going to walk right all over me
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But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
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I said the first time I'll ignore it but don't you push beyond the pale
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And then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
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You may think you're going to walk right all over me
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There's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
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Yes there's a sting in the tail
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Well the cold wind's going to blow
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Let it rain, let it snow
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And don't give me your grief
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I can't take it anymore...
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A Sting In The Tail
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Supertramp |