| The raindrops feel like liquid diamonds, falling from a cloud
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| Who has a silver lining made by passing time
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| And I’ve not just had a smoke, I’ve not been struck by lightning stroke
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| I’ll let it thunder, let it whistle
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| Let it blow like hell, I’m not really caring
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| And my state of mind needs no repairing
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| Yesterday was painted grey and I’ve found out no reliable way
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| Of knowing what tomorrow’s colours might say
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| While heads around me turn and twist at situations that don’t exist
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| I’ll let it thunder, let it whistle
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| Let it blow like hell, I’m not really minding
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| And my state of mind needs no defining
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| I’m wandering through a fairy story, lost in love and seeking glory
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| Listening to the music, children smile
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| While others with more complex claims, protect themselves against the rain
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| I’ll let it thunder, let it whistle
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| Let it blow like hell, I’m not really bothered
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| And my state of mind has finally been discovered
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| I’ll let it thunder, let it whistle
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| Let it blow like hell, I’m not really bothered
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| And my state of mind has finally been discovered |