that was my grandpa’s solution to everything
i know i am repeating myself
but can’t you see i’m busy
no, how was i supposed to know?
you never gave me a chance
never gave me a chance to show what i could do
you should have spoken up
because every day i had the blues
i had dreams once
thrilling, indescribable dreams
such as no one ever had before
put that paper down and listen to me
i was always told to go away and stop bothering people
but i craved excitement
oh, forget you ever knew me!
but i loved the sound of the rain
it is so easy to forget
and that, really, is all there is to it
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