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The rain, it started tappin' on the window near my bed |
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There was a loophole in my dreamin', so |
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I got out of it |
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And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open |
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Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been |
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So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets |
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But everything seemed different and completely new to me |
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The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body |
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And each person |
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I encountered, |
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I couldn't wait to meet |
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And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health |
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I said, "There is nothing that I can do for you, you can do for yourself" |
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He said "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that would help" |
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So I sat with him a while then |
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I asked him how he felt |
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He said, "I think I'm cured, in fact I'm sure" |
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Thank you stranger, "For your therapeutic smile" |
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So that's how |
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I learned the lesson that everyone is alone |
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And your eyes must do some rainin' if you are ever gonna grow |
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When cryin' don't help you can't compose yourself |
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It's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing |
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Or simple song of hope |
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That's why |
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I'm singin', baby don't worry, 'cause now |
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I got your back |
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And every time you feel like cryin', |
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I'm gonna try and make you laugh |
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And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass |
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And I will keep you company through those days so long and black |
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And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve |
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Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole |
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But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall |
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Then I think we would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe |
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At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges |
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Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil |
