| Outside is a storm
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| Inside is nothing
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| Just me and my head
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| On a pillow with no stuffing
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| Trying to sleep
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| Trying to rest
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| Trying to forget
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| About this hole in my chest
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| But the thunder groans and the rain it hollers
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| And the hole gets bigger and I get smaller
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| And the hole gets bigger and starts to grow teeth
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| And I start to give up on the idea of sleep
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| And so I ask again, were you crying or was it just the rain
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| The rain that rains in my bucket
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| The rain that rains in my heart
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| The rain that rained and kept on raining
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| The rain that rained from the start
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| Outside it’s raging
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| Inside it is too
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| It beats on the door
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| But I won’t let it through
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| My hands are full
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| My hands are tied
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| My body it shakes
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| When I think how hard I tried
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| But the rain it crushes and mangles the tin
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| And the rain’s still trying to find a way in
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| And up from the hole in my chest comes a head
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| And I can’t begin to repeat what it said
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| And so I ask again, were you crying or was it just the rain
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| The rain that rains in my bucket
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| The rain that rains in my heart
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| The rain that rained and kept on raining
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| The rain that rained from the start
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| The rain that pours down like lemonade
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| That starts off sweet and ends up flat
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| The rain that rains on my parade
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| The rain that keeps coming back
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| The rain comes down, it doesn’t stop
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| The bucket is nearly filled to the top
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| The drips drop in in single file
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| And I even start to forget for a while
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| And the head falls back and the teeth start to grin
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| As the hole closes up and stretches my skin
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| I go to the window
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| I look out the pane
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| I don’t see your tears
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| Only the rain
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| The rain that rains in my bucket
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| The rain that rains in my heart
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| The rain that rained and kept on raining
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| The rain that rained from the start |