| And you know the light is fading all too soon
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| You’re just two umbrellas one late afternoon
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| You don’t know the next thing you will say
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| This is your favorite kind of day
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| It has no walls, the beauty of the rain
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| is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls
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| And there’s nothing wrong, but there is something more
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| And sometimes you wonder what you love her for
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| She says you’ve known her deepest fears
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| Cause she’s shown you a box of stained-glass tears
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| It can’t be all, the truth about the rain
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| is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls
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| But when she gave you more to find
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| You let her think she’d lost her mind
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| and that’s all on you
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| Feeling helpless if she asked for help
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| or scared you’d have to change yourself
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| And you can’t deny this room will keep you warm
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| You can look out of your window at the storm
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| But you watch the phone and hope it rings
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| You’ll take her any way she sings,
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| or how she calls, the beauty of the rain
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| is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls
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| How it falls, how it falls, how it falls |