| It’s rained for forty days and forty windy nights
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| In artificial light the storm has paled my skin
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| And flooded out my eyes
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| There needs to be a pair of every animal
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| When will a miracle deliver you to me
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| And set this ship to sail?
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| I’m tired of waiting
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| But I’m still here avoiding the puddles
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| Wishing I had an umbrella
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| To shelter myself from this loneliness
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| My socks are soaked
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| My fingers are frozen
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| This is the life that I’ve chosen
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| And when you’ll come back I can only guess
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| I’ll be here when you do
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| The crashing water drops disguise a timid knock
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| I fumble with the lock and check the door again
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| But no one’s ever there
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| The ground has turned to mud
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| The sky has turned to gray
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| The night turns into day without a change in hue
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| I stop and think this through
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| What if I should leave tomorrow?
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| What if I should harden up my heart?
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| What if I should give up hoping?
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| I’m hardly coping
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| At last I realize a new day has begun
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| When like the summer sun you blaze into the room
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| And melt the clouds away
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| I wonder if the light is really here to stay
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| Or will you run away and never come again?
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| Only time will tell
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| But I promise that
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| I’m all done avoiding the puddles
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| With wishing I had an umbrella
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| How can one separate false from true?
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| The warmest sun
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| The bitterest rainfall
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| I want to experience it all
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| There’s no need to shelter myself from you |