| There’s a flood in the suburbs
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| Where will all the water go
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| I’m down at your shack
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| Hangin’on to your back door
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| You tell me you’re the kind
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| That likes to change your mind
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| And when you start to rain you pour
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| But this dam of my heart just can’t hold much more
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| The six o’clock weather
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| Tells me there’s a pressure zone
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| I’m considering whether
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| The weather man’s right or wrong
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| He tells me you’re the kind
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| That likes to change your mind
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| And when you start to rain you pour
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| But this dam of my heart just can’t hold much more
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| Pull out all the stoppers
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| Gotta let my feelings drain
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| This poor heart of mine
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| Ain’t never seen such rain
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| It tells me you’re the kind
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| That likes to change your mind
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| And when you start to rain you pour
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| But this dam of my heart just can’t hold much more
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| This dam of my heart holding back a rip tide
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| Holding back a whirlpool
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| Holding back an overflow
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| And this dam of my heart — can’t hold much more
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| Thunderclaps are rocking
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| Umbrellas inside out
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| The weatherman tells me It’s the end of a lover’s drought
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| He tells me you’re the kind
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| That likes to change your mind
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| And when you start to rain you pour
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| But this dam of my heart just can’t hold much more. |