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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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As we stole their golden years
And killed them softly with our song We bridged their troubled waters While gently riding that white swan There were tears shed by a clown While all the world was taught to sing And the horse without a name Became our puppet on a string We were lifted by their love And rode upon the tracks of tears In a blissful purple haze Where smoke on water never clears We heard it through the grapevine From the son of a preacher man And unchained the melody From Captain Jack and Barbara Ann We watched the bad moon rising And dreamt of riders on the storm We danced with Ziggy Stardust When we grew tired of being alone We were blinded by the light Over the hills and far away Tripping out with police and thieves And born to run with Maggie May We rode the loco motion To reach the spirit in the sky Climbed stairways up to heaven But we never can say goodbye |
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