Whenever I feel blue; sorry for myself,

I hum a little tune , it takes me somewhere else.

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The more that I complain the more it looks like rain,

The more that I am grateful, the sun shines down on me.

Im so grateful for all that I receive.

All my blessings, I cant even see.

Whenever I get angry; justified and mad,

I still feel so unhappy... I just want to be glad.

Chorus.

I have a little secret that I will share with you:

The most important thing is peace, when the day is through.

Chorus.

When the day is through, I give it up to you.

When the day is done, I let my troubles rest,

Just like the setting su