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Whenever I feel blue; sorry for myself,
I hum a little tune , it takes me somewhere else.
Chorus:
The more that I complain the more it looks like rain,
The more that I am grateful, the sun shines down on me.
I’m so grateful for all that I receive.
All my blessings, I can’t even see.
Whenever I get angry; justified and mad,
I still feel so unhappy... I just want to be glad.
Chorus.
I have a little secret that I will share with you:
The most important thing is peace, when the day is through.
Chorus.
When the day is through, I give it up to you.
When the day is done, I let my troubles rest,
Just like the setting sun.
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