| Oh it’s raining on the back porch
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| And I’m feeling kind of blue
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| It’s raining over my town
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| And I wonder where are you?
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| How’s the weather where you are?
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| Are you keeping your life real organized?
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| What kinds of things are on your mind?
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| Oh it’s dark now and what surrounds me
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| And sustains my sanity
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| This tender rolling thunder
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| A subtle melody
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| I’m holding out my hand
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| (To the notion that I’m mad at you)
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| I’ll pull you from the grave
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| (We can get up and dance our shadows)
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| I’ll wash your face and hands
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| (We will give it to the moonlight)
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| Ba ba ba ba ba yi a
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| Da da di da da da da
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| Oh it’s raining in my town
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| And I’m feeling kinda blue
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| Oh it’s a wonder with all this thunder
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| And I want to stay with you
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| I’m holding out my hand
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| (To the notion that i’m mad at you)
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| I’ll pull you from the grave
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| (We can get up and dance our shadows)
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| I’ll wash your face and hands
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| (We will give it to the moonlight)
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| Ba ba ba ba ba yi a
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| Da da di da da da da
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| Oh it’s raining on the back porch
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| And I’m feeling kind of blue
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| It’s raining over my town
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| And I wonder where are you? |