| All of the rain, from your face
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| It washed away his awful games
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| Onto the ground, you crawl
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| You just want to feel his honest touch
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| Then the morning came, and it went
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| Then you’re left with no one else again
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| Only to yourself, you wept
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| You’re relieved to be yourself again
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| Don’t bring yourself down, the wind will pick you up again
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| You owe it to yourself, enough to hurt yourself again
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| The only way to feel so free
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| The rain has slowly died again
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| Into his arms you long
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| You just want to feel his honest touch
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| Then the morning came, and it went
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| Then you’re left with no one else again
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| Only to yourself, you wept
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| You’re relieved to be yourself again
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| Don’t bring yourself down, the wind will pick you up again
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| You owe it to yourself, enough to hurt yourself again |