| Too many thoughts in your poor head,
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| You left your dreams in an unmade bed,
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| Phone keeps talkin' but it won’t tell you a thing.
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| And the ink bleeds through 'cause you’re paper thin,
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| And you’re one more fool with a paper and a pen,
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| Lookin' for a poem in the water stains on the floor.
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| I’ll be waitin' here where the sky is clear.
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| You can be the rain against my window
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| You can be the rain against my window
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| You don’t talk much anymore,
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| You used to get sad now you just get bored,
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| How did everything get so damn difficult?
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| Are you running in place are you running away?
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| Are you just sleep walkin' through another day?
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| Follow your shadow 'til you come out the other side.
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| I’ll be waiting here where the sky is clear.
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| You can be the rain against my window
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| You can be the rain against my window
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| Rollin like smoke through a screen door day,
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| Tappin' out a code 'cause you just can’t say,
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| Anything you mean to anyone who really cares.
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| 'Cause the wind still blows though you lock the door,
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| And the water piles up on the bedroom floor, |
| Sittin' on a phone book waiting for the bell to ring.
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| I’ll be waiting here where the sky is clear.
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| You can be the rain against my window
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| You can be the rain against my window)
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| You can be the rain against my window)
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| You can be the rain against my window) |