When there ain't no sunshine
And the weather ain't fine
When you ain't got a dime
And you're in your fine prime
When clouds of despair set in
And you know you just can't win
When the storm is brewing
And you are still sleeping
When depression is winning
And you're not in the bidding
When Satan is calling
And God's not listening
That's the time to start screaming
Pounding hell out of pillows
Taking a damn cold shower
And waking up God to you
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