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They Didn't Believe Me (Live)It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonightIt'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 |