How nice it would be to tell you that it's only a story
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That the things that happen out there go on far away
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How nice it would be to fool you, smothering you with kisses
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But now my arms are just other arms that are scared
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How nice it would be to tell you that it's only a game
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And spare you the lack of light that winter causes
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To help you climb to the moon even though I know that I shouldn't
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Down here I sit waiting for you in case your flight goes wrong
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That even the bad ones are good
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That there'll be summer in January
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And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
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And that they don't paint your dream black when it gets dark
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How nice it would be to tell you that there's no mystery here
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That life is a joke and that you don't have to take it seriously
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How nice it'd be if it were real even if it's only a verse
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And that it wouldn't be necessary to invent this stupid tale
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That even the bad ones are good
That there'll be summer in January
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And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
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And that they don't paint your dream black when it gets dark
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That even the bad ones are good
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That there'll be summer in January
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And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
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To save you from fear
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Stars for your sky
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And that they don't paint your dream black when it gets dark
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That even the bad ones are good
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That there'll be summer in January
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And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
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How nice it would be to tell you that it's only a story