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Whether it's the sunshine whether it's the rain,
Doesn't make a difference 'til you complain.
Whether it's the water coming in from the roof,
Does it piss you off that you're not water proof?

Whether you fall means nothing at all,
It's whether you get up... it's whether you get up.

And you hate the silence as it fills up the room,
And there's not much to say to your blushing groom.
Maybe all eyes are on you as you finish the race,
And the world sees you struggling for last place.

Whether you fall means nothing at all,
It's whether you get up... whether you get up.