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One dark and stormy night, Bill Jones was feeling blue |
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Things didn't seem just right, so he didn't know just what to do |
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I said: Bill, please tell me, ain't you satisfied? |
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He looked around so pitiful, then to me he replied |
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Keeps on a-rainin', look how it's rainin' |
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Papa he can't make no time |
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Wind keeps blowing, cold wind blowing |
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Soon I'll find a southern clime |
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In the wintertime when it starts to snow |
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You know you pretty mama's got to have some dough |
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Keeps on rainin', look how it's rainin' |
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Papa he can't make no time |
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Ain't the snow just beautiful, some people say |
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But I'd rather see it in a moving picture play |
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Keeps on snowin', look how it's snowin' |
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Papa he can't make no time |
