Template:More Than Rain
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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 bad dream now that I'm sober
Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times
None of our pockets are lined with gold
Nobody's caught the bouquet
And no dead presidents that we can fold
Nothing is going our way
It's more than goodbye I have to say to you
It's more than woe-begotten grey skies now
It's more than goodbye I have to say to you
It's more than woe-begotten grey skies now
