| Well, she loved the rain more than just about anything at all
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| The way it washed her clean
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| The way it cooled everything off
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| She used to run around in it like a wild child
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| Getting soaked to her bare feet
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| It came down in buckets the summer she left me
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| Damn the rain for making me remember
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| All the pain of losing everything
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| I still miss her touch
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| Still love her too much
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| To ever curse her name
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| So damn the rain
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| I used to watch it splash off the window pane
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| From her side of the bed
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| Mornings just like this one
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| When the leaves were gold and red
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| Well It was hidin' the tears runin' down her cheeks
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| When I heard the last words she said
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| I should’ve taken the blame
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| I should’ve begged her to stay
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| But my pride won out instead
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| Damn the rain for making me remember
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| All the pain of losing everything
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| I still miss her touch
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| Still love her too much
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| To ever curse her name
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| So damn the rain
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| Damn the rain
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| The storms roll through, and memories too
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| She’s gone just the same
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| Damn the rain for making me remember
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| All the pain of losing everything
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| I still miss her touch
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| Still love her too much
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| To ever curse her name
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| So damn the rain
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| Damn the rain
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| Damn the rain
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| Damn the rain |