| this endless rain
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| makes it hard to decide if i should go
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| or if i should stay
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| these clouds, do they grow to fill the skyline
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| or are they made to measure out the grey
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| it’s raining in the garden, it’s rainging in the fields
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| it’s raining in the forest, and as far as i can see
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| this endless rain
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| makes it hard to decide if it’s a gloomy day
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| or if there’s something on my mind.
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| it’s raining in the garden, it’s raining in the fields
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| it’s raining in the forest and as far as i can see
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| it rains on my defenses, throwing shadows on the wall
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| i get soaked to the bone, will it make me halfway grow
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| will i ever be ready?
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| 'cos its you at my door rattling my senses,
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| are you looking for a place to call your own?
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| well, it may be a dream come true
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| spending so much time with you
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| but it all seems to hinge upon the weather.
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| it’s raining in the garden, it’s raining in the fields
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| it’s raining in the forest and as far as i can see
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| it rains on my defenses it’s raining down on me
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| i get soaked to the bone will it make me fully grown
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| will i ever be ready? |