| Rain on my Sunday shoes
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| Pick up the daily news
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| Looks like tomorrows blues
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| But its better than none
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| Call on the telephone
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| Knowin' that he’s not home
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| I’ll put on the Rollin' Stones
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| And I can have me some fun
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| Start up a flight of stairs
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| Stand up and comb your hair
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| Try not to change things
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| More than you can withstand
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| Get into something new
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| That’s made for a year or two
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| Pick up the pieces
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| Where you think they might land
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| Everyday goes
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| Another days gone
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| Hate to say so but I’m getting older
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| Day by day
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| Take off all your clothes
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| Stand up and wipe your nose
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| Cry for your daddy
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| Who died so long ago
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| Jump on another plane
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| Today it’s all the same
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| You can catch me in Boston
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| 'Cause that’s how it goes
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| I’m here in apartment 21
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| Stop by and have some fun
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| Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
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| Look at a photograph
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| Lord, don’t it make you laugh
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| For all these changes
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| What have you done?
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| La la la, la la la, la la la la
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| Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la
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| La la la, la la la, la la la la
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| La la la la, la la la, la la la la
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| Sit down and write a song
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| Wait till the days grow long
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| And wait fir the autumn wind
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| To blow me away
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| La la la, la la la, la la la la
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| Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la
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| La la la, la la la, la la la la
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| La la la la, la la la, la la la la |