So you sold me out
So you sold your brother out again.
The sun shines all the time
And my grass is always green
And people don't seem to mind
When I don't say what I mean.
From this far away
It kind of looks like rain
Get back inside
It's coming down.
(Now let me ask everyone to just standby for a moment here.
Here are the marks. Good.
It may look good it certainly feels unnatural.)
From this far away
It kind of looks like rain
Get back inside
Its coming down.
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