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Look out the window when that rain storms |
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I let the wind blow up a brain storm |
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And now I'm wondering whether weather like this gets you too |
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It may go on like this for hours |
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Too late in Fall for April showers |
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So what we got here |
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Got a thought or two |
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I need to share with you |
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Here goes |
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Darling tell me now |
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Have I done wrong somehow |
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That you won't look at me |
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It is pointed out |
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Can't keep my wits about |
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When you won't look at me |
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Is there something I outta know |
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You're finding hard to say |
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Well there's just a trace |
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Hiding on your face |
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And I learned it that way |
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Just another soul |
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That really knows my soul |
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And you won't look at me |
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Does that take the prize |
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How much I love those eyes |
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And they won't look at me |
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Now the rain has gone |
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But something lingers on |
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There's certain sadness here |
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Now that the sky is clear |
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And it's so so clear |
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Yes, it's all so clear |
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To me now |
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And I can't help but feel |
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That certain sadness's here |
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To stay |
