Soggy grey skies been hangin' 'round this week
puddle jumpin's gettin' old
my brain's gettin' moldy
and this ain't headcheese I'm talking about baby
Lately the day's grind winds on into the night
and it don't feel right
there's nothing but bad news
and I still haven't got used to you gone
So I think I'll just sit here and hum me a new tune
something blue and lazy
I know you think I'm crazy
but I don't care
I care so much about you
I've been cryin' my eyes out without you
It's gettin' so my eyes are like
soggy grey skies
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