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Raindrops keep falling on my head... And just like the guy whose feet
are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are
falling on my head, they keep falling.
So I just did me some talking to the sun. And I said I didnt like the
way, he got things done... sleeping on the job... those raindrops are
falling on my head, they keep falling.
But theres one thing I know: The blues they send to meet me wont
defeat me. It wont be long till happiness sleps up to greet me.