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She said it's cold outside and she hand me my raincoat |
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She's always worried about things like that |
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She said it's all gonna end, it might as well be my fault |
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And she only sleeps when it's raining |
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And she screams and her voice is straining |
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And, she says baby |
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It's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier |
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Well she says baby |
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Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes |
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And the rain's gonna wash away I believe it |
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She's got a little bit of something god it's better than nothing |
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And in her color portrait world she believes she's got it all, all |
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She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to |
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And she only sleeps when it's raining |
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And she screams and her voice is straining |
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And, she says baby |
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Well, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier |
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Well, heaven she says baby, I am, yeah |
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Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes |
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And the rain's gonna wash away I believe, yes |
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Well, she believes that life isn't made up of all it's used to |
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And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days, and days |
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She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway, yeah |
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But outside it stopped raining |
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And, she says baby |
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Well, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier |
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Well, heaven she says baby, I am, yeah |
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Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes |
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And the rain's gonna wash away I believe, yes |
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Well, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier |
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Well, heaven she says baby |
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Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes |
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And the rain's gonna wash away I believe this |
