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My
heart is weighin’ heavy
And I’m weary in my brain
‘Cause I can’t think of anything
I did to earn this pain
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I’ve
got no fancy callin’ card
Or expense account to use
So I read those week-old papers
Just to get that week-old news
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You
sneak a look in passing
Just some homeless guy to you
And you shake your head as if to say
There’s somethin’ better I could do
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I
haven’t always been like this
You know I was much like you
I snuck my look in passing
And I shook my head, too
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And
I don’t have much money
Hasn’t always been this way
Now all I have to show in life
Are my pockets full of rain
Rain
Rain
I’ve got pockets full of rain
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It
can happen in a heartbeat
Just a fluke of luck or two
You lose your job, your house and car
Then your family, too
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So
I use my funny faces
To fend off your disdain
While I search my soul to find the strength
To build my life again
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And
I don’t have much money
Hasn’t always been this way
Now all I have to show in life
Are my pockets full of rain
Rain
Rain
I’ve got pockets full of rain
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Rain
Rain
I’ve got pockets full of rain
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