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Well, she loved the rain more than just about anything at all |
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The way it washed her clean |
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The way it cooled everything off |
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She used to run around in it like a wild child |
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Getting soaked to her bare feet |
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It came down in buckets the summer she left me |
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Damn the rain for making me remember |
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All the pain of losing everything |
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I still miss her touch |
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Still love her too much |
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To ever curse her name |
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So damn the rain |
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I used to watch it splash off the window pane |
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From her side of the bed |
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Mornings just like this one, |
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When the leaves were gold and red |
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Well It was hidin' the tears runin' down her cheeks |
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When I heard the last words she said |
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I should've taken the blame, |
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I should've begged her to stay, |
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But my pride won out instead |
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Damn the rain for making me remember |
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All the pain of losing everything |
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I still miss her touch |
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Still love her too much |
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To ever curse her name |
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So damn the rain |
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Damn the rain |
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The storms roll through, and memories too |
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She's gone just the same |
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Damn the rain for making me remember |
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All the pain of losing everything |
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I still miss her touch |
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Still love her too much |
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To ever curse her name |
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So damn the rain |
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Damn the rain |
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Damn the rain |
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Damn the rain |
