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I get so mad at things that don't matter way too much
I let the way back whens and my old friends scatter like they were dust
I get to chasin' that rainbow pot of gold right into the pourin' rain
With nothin' to show for it, standin' there soakin' wet
Lookin' up, shakin' my fist as the thunder rolls
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