| Frank don’t mind the rain
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| He kind of digs the sound
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| But Portland in November
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| It sometime gets you down
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| When you’re standing in a doorway
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| Trying to keep out of the cold
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| And no one’s looking your way
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| And you got no bills to fold
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| But Frank he don’t like begging
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| But he could use a buck or two
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| Yeah to bed down at the mission
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| Maybe sleep a whole night through
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| And dream about Maria a girl that he once knew
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| We all need a little sunshine
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| We all need a little sunshine
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| Everybody needs a little sunshine
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| Too many days dark and grey
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| We need a little sunshine
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| Well Frank touched at pioneer square June of '69
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| He thumbed here up the west coast
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| To get the war off of his mind
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| And it’s where he met Maria
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| And she made him feel so fine singing
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| We all need a little sunshine
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| She was singing
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| We all need a little sunshine
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| Everybody needs a little sunshine
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| Love was free and so was she
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| Singing in the sunshine
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| Sweet sunshine
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| Frank wakes up at sunrise
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| And he hears a distant train
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| Finds a piece of cardboard
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| In the alley by the drain
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| And he writes his message black and bold
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| And he remembers why he came here
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| We all need a little sunshine
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| We all need a little sunshine
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| Everybody needs a little sunshine
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| I can’t take another day dark and grey
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| We need a little sunshine
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| We all need a little sunshine
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| Just a little sunshine
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| Everybody needs a little sunshine
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| Yeah we all need
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| Everybody needs a little sunshine
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| Frank don’t mind the rain
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| He kind of digs the sound |