| I hate the morning rain
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| I grab my jacket
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| Damn, it’s looking pretty warm
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| I bought a cool new sweater
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| But when I brought it home
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| I noticed it was torn
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| I wanna spike my coffee
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| But I know where that leads
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| And it ain’t the safest feeling
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| When the angel on your shoulder falls asleep
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| Then I let you in
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| 'Cause you were crying in the hall
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| Fooled me once again
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| Wrote your name across the wall
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| Now the crows are calling, longing for the magic
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| The happiness you knew when you were a kid
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| So I’m out here, drawing on the sidewalk
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| While the storm of mid-morning's blowing in
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| Maria, guide me by the light
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| Of all the stars I used to know by name
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| And if a one-man war’s a cosmic joke
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| I guess I’ll have to laugh at all the pain
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| And so what I spike my coffee?
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| Maybe I’ll never learn
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| And I must admit the devil on my shoulder
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| Is a master of her words
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| Then I let you in
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| 'Cause you were crying in the hall
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| Fooled me once again
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| Wrote your name on every wall
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| Now the crows are calling, longing for the magic
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| The happiness you knew when you were a kid
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| So I’m up here, strumming on the rooftop
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| While the black of mid-morning's flooding in
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| 'Cause all I want is something
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| To believe in more than nothing
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| And I guess that’s all I’m asking
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| From anything at all
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| I don’t wanna be the kind
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| Who’s tangled up all the time in their dreaming
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| Then what’s the point of being needed?
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| So I’m out here, taking on the bad guys
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| While the fear of mid-morning's sinking in |