| Lyrics: | I was so sincere.
I see more clearly now.
I, trust new friends just like,
I can throw
them.
Fading traces of a, future leader.
A summer squatting,
I know I won’t
see them round next year.
And this is all over my head.
And this is all over my
head.
Rain, it’s rain again, rain,
down on my parade.
I’m wrong,
you’re right.
It’s not what you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these
shoes.
In these careless days,
you know who your friends are.
A saving
grace.
A time to remember,
what you’ve taken,
and who you took
from.
There’s no, mistaking,
what you give is what you get.
And this is
all over my head.
And this is all over my head.
Rain, it’s rain again,
rain,
down on my parade.
I’m wrong, you’re right.
It’s not what
you would do.
Rain.
Walk one mile in these shoes.
Change of Red Guard, every
summer.
They are handing, the park over.
An ideal, idealistic.
It’s not
real,
it’s, just a trick.
Rain.
Play a judge.
All you want to.
It
makes no difference to me.
It’s raining again.
It’s raining
again.
It’s raining again |
