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Sticky summer weather always pains me |
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It's like living beneath a blanket I can't breathe |
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The days are like an oven the nights forever |
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Nothing to do not much else to see |
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Then again, I can't stand the thought of winter |
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Ain't got a fire there's nobody to keep me warm |
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The night is grey and my coffee tastes so bitter |
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My memories go raging like a storm |
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Seems like twenty years ago it was springtime |
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the rain was sweet the wind was cool and clean |
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I had a girl she was a lady I could talk to |
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Now its almost like she'd never been |
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I've been a long time looking for rainbows |
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trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow |
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There was a time I think when I remember dreaming |
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There was a reason I can't find it now |
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As I recall it almost made my life worth living |
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It must be hiding like the sun behind the clouds |
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I've been a long time looking for rainbows |
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Trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow |
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Sticky summer weather always pains me |
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It's like living beneath a blanket I can't breathe. |
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The days are like an oven the nights forever |
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Nothing to do not much else to see |
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I'm spending a long time looking for rainbows |
