| Flipped into the wind
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| Like the ashes of her cigarette
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| He got scattered thrown on the breeze
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| As he tried to forget
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| He lost all his heat
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| And his heart never will be the same
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| He got lighter than air
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| But he’ll only come down in the rain
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| Strung out and hung out to dry
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| Laughin' under the line
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| It’s not such a dignified place
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| But he really don’t mind
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| He says with his feet on the ground
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| He’d have nothin' to say
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| Claims he likes it up there
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| And he’ll only come down in the rain
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| Comin' down in the rain
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| Washin' outta the sky
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| Loaded down with the pain
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| There just ain’t no way to fly
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| You can read him as clear
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| As the wall where he once wrote his name
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| It was right next to hers
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| But it’ll only come down in the rain
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| Burnin' himself out on a limb
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| Like a leaf in the fall
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| He blazed for awhile
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| Now he’s feelin' all dried up and small
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| The colors all gone
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| Disappeared, near as quick as it came
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| He says he can’t stay up
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| But, he’ll only come down in the rain
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| You can read him as clear as the wall
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| Where he once wrote his name
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| It was right next to hers
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| But he’ll only come down in the rain |