It's more than rain That falls on Our Parade Tonight,
It's More Than Thunder, It's More Than Thunder
And It's More Than a Bad Dream, Now That I'm Sober,
Nothing But Sad Times, Nothing But Sad Times
None of Our Pockets Are Lined with Gold, Nobody's Caught the Bouquet
There's No Dead Presidents We Can Fold, Nothing is Going our Way
It's more than Trouble I've Got My Self Into,
It's More Than Woe Begotten Grey Skies Now
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And It's More Than a Bad Dream, Now That I'm Sober,
There's No More Dancing, There's No More Dancing
It's more than Trouble I've Got My Self Into,
Nothing But Sad Times, Nothing But Sad Times
None of Our Pockets Are Lined with Gold, Nobody's Caught the Bouquet
There's No Dead Presidents We Can Fold, Nothing is Going our Way
It's more than Goodbye I Have to Say to You,
It's More Than Woe Begotten Grey Skies Now
It's more than Goodbye I Have to Say to You,
It's More Than Woe Begotten Grey Skies Now
It's More Than Woe Begotten Grey Skies Now