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My life is too ordinary I watch the world go by I stare at the rolling clouds And start to wonder why Why couldn’t life be grand? I’m counting raindrops in my hand My life is too dramatic The people talk and stare I wish I could be myself And never have to care Is it bad if my clothes aren’t name brand? I’m counting raindrops in my hand My life is too hectic I really need to rest I need to take a breath And have to pressure to be best Could I not always be on demand? I’m counting raindrops in my hand Inside, I sound like three people But outside, you only see one For living many different lives A complex person I have become My life is crazy, busy, and bland And I’m counting raindrops in my hand
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