The world is damned today you said
When you meant to say damp
Your tongue slipped out
How you were really feeling
That's a little harsh I said
I mean I realize it's raining
Which you have to agree
Is some kind of blessing
At least the green thinks so
Even if a bit too optimistic
But don't be that child I say
In the back-seat pleading
Are we there yet repeatedly
Tell me what we'll do
When we get there
When love proves true
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