Raindrops keep falling on my head, and just like the gallety, in two big falling is beht.
Nothing seems to fit, those rain drops are falling on my head,they keep falling.
Soh, I just did in some talking to the sun, and I said you didn´t like the way he got things done, sleeping on the yard, those raind drops are falling on my head,they keeping falling.
But there´s one thing, I know, the blumes they send to me, now difing me, they won´t be alone till, happiness them sell to breathe me.
Raindrops keep falling on my head , but that dosen´t mean my eyes will soon be turning red, crying is not for me, cause ai´m never going to stop the rain by complainig.
Because I feel, nothing´s worring me.
It wont be alone till happiness them sell to breathe me.
Raindrops are falling on my head, but that dosn´t mean my eyes will soon be turnig red , crying is not for me, cause ai´m never going to stop the rain by complainig.
Because I feel ,nothing is worring me....
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