| Hello, my foul weather friend.
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| These thick sheets of rain
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| seem to have hindered your way again
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| and the winds, I can feel the winds, they’ve gotten so strong,
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| no wonder You’re back to our home.
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| My ears are always open to your laments
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| and my will is always weak for your advances,
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| and I’ll play the maid and clean up the mess
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| Your face, I look at your face and it’s changed since we last spoke
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| it s weathered and beautiful,
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| so weathered and so beautiful
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| please have a seat, I was going anywhere
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| but that can wait
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| because I’d rather have you here while I can
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| then I’ll pack it all up and take you with me again
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| My ears are always open to your laments
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| and my will is always weak for your advances,
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| and I’ll play the maid and clean up the mess
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| I wasn’t like anyone else
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| so real and so strong, so you said
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| it’s always,"welcome back, I’ll take your bags «things haven’t changed much since you left my side
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| and though your rooms been unoccupied,
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| I have tried to give it up.
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| So here are my ears again and here are my arms
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| and here are my hopes again,
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| just please keep coming back. |