agnetahemma

....and just like the man whose feet are too big for his bed
- nothing seems to fit.
Those raindrops are fallin on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn´t like the way he got things done
Sleepin´on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head they keep fallin´

But there´s one thing I know
the blues they sent to meet me wont defeat me
It wont be long ´til happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin´on my head
But that doesn´t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying´s not for me
Cause I´m never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I´m free
Nothing´s worrying me....


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