Well I've been dreaming
It's rainy days are over
Are over, over!
Rain from the roof
And the stars will fall for you
And all the world
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What did you find
While you were nowhere
Did you seem to care
Oh, aworgh....
Your shabby clothes where you can't be sold or bought,
Your gold.
Writer(s): John Frusciante
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