And I don’t even really mind at all when I don’t get my way. It’s just a day like every other day. 'Cause just sometimes you’ve got to give it all a little time to sink in before moving on to the next thing.

And I don’t mind the rain on my parade, as long as we’re outside
we’ll make due without painted faces, but if horses were wishes, then beggars would ride, and I do and I’m headed to the races.

Cause sometimes, I too can taste a turn of luck.
I take what I can get from the races, but more often than not, I should give it up.

So I don’t even mind anymore when I don’t get my way.
I’m gonna pay like every other day. I used to say that I could do a lot of things if I had some money, but now I do, and so I’m trying, but sometimes I just feel like saying, “The next time you see my name will be in the hobo-obituaries.”

Sometimes it’s ok to feel like everybody else. Sometimes it’s ok to feel different. Sometimes it’s ok to feel like everybody else. Sometimes it’s ok to feel like everybody is different.


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