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Aptly named the emerald city
The sun don’t shine, oh what a pity
I hate that it rains all the time
Biking down the hills, I race
Wiping water from my face
I hate that it rains all the time
The city slickers saunter around
Pushing through puddles on the ground
Waiting for their coffee to kick in
I don’t really know why
I watch my life pass me by
Waiting for my coffee to kick in
I gaze out the windowsill
From my place on Capitol Hill
Underneath the gray Seattle sky
I spot the Needle and Mount Rainer
How I wish you were back here
Underneath the gray Seattle sky
The sun don’t shine, oh what a pity
I hate that it rains all the time
Biking down the hills, I race
Wiping water from my face
I hate that it rains all the time
The city slickers saunter around
Pushing through puddles on the ground
Waiting for their coffee to kick in
I don’t really know why
I watch my life pass me by
Waiting for my coffee to kick in
I gaze out the windowsill
From my place on Capitol Hill
Underneath the gray Seattle sky
I spot the Needle and Mount Rainer
How I wish you were back here
Underneath the gray Seattle sky
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