More Than Rain - Tom Waits

    It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
    it's more than thunder it's more than thunder
    it's more than a swindle this crooked card game
    it's more than sad times it's more than sad times
    none of our pockets are filled with gold
    nobody's caught the boquet
    there are no dead presidents we can fold
    nothing is going our way
    and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you
    it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now
     
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