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There's no wind todayYet our friends are dropping like fliesFrom the weight of these grey skiesSo tell me, tell meIs there a way to make crooked things straightOr to replace all the joy to your eyes.You never really knowWhat kind of things will showUp in your way.You never really can tellThe ringing of those bellsIn your ears.Or what kind of black cloud's Gonna start raining down on your parade.Don't let it get to youNo, no, noDon't let it get to youIt's the best you can do. From Letras Mania