| Putting rain in my eyes
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| tears in my dreams
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| and rocks in my heart.
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| It’s that sly old sun of a gun again
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| He keeps telling me that I’m the lucky one again
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| But I still have that rain
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| still have those tears
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| And those rocks in my heart.
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| S’pose I didn’t stay
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| ran away
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| wouldn’t play
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| The devil
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| what a potion he would brew?
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| He’d follow me around
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| build me up
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| tear me down
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| Till I’d be so bewildered
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| I wouldn’t know what to do.
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| Might as well give up that fight again
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| I know darn well he’ll convince me that he’s right again.
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| When he sings that sorry song I’m just gonna tag along
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| With that ole devil called love.
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| He’d follow me around
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| build me up
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| tear me down
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| With that ole devil called love. |