All I can say is that my life is pretty plain I like watchin' the puddles gather rain And all I can do is just pour some tea for two and speak my point of view But it's not sane, It's not sane
All your worries, leave them somewhere else,Find a dream you can follow,Reach for something, when there's nothing left,And the world's feeling hollow.
And tomorrow, I know, will be rainy at bestAnd the forecast, I know, is that I'll be depressedBut I'll wait outside, hoping that I'll catch sight of the sun
The older I getWill I get over it?It's been way too long for the times we missedI didn't know then it would hurt like this but I thinkThe older I getMaybe I'll get over it
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