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Lyrics:
At the end of a long, long line They all agree that the weather is fine But outside you see the stormy cloud Hold your tongue, don’t say it out loud You wouldn’t want to be the cause of division Don’t want to end up in a social prison You cross your fingers and you say It's a beautiful day it's a beautiful day
Don’t want to make any waves You got to go along, to get along Don’t want to crash any raves You got to go along, to get along
The Doctor says you got a classic condition You always end up in an awkward position Don’t want to be the isolated creep So, when the argument starts getting deep Let’s talk about the weather
Do your makeup well, to hide the scar Don’t let them know exactly who you are And when the people try to pry at you Here’s some advice. This is what you do Just talk about the weather
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