| She says it’s cold outside, and she hands me my raincoat
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| She’s always worried about things like that.
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| She says it’s all gonna end, and it might as well be my fault
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| And she only sleeps when it’s raining,
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| And she screams, and her voice is straining,
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| She says baby,
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| It’s 3AM I must be lonely,
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| When she says baby,
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| Well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes,
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| Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.
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| She’s got a little bit of something, God it’s better than nothing
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| And in her color portrait world she believes that she’s got it all
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| She swears the moon don’t hang as quite as high as it used to.
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| And she only sleeps when it’s raining,
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| And she screams, and her voice is straining,
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| She says baby,
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| It’s 3AM I must be lonely,
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| When she says baby,
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| Well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes,
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| Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.
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| She believes that life is made up of all that you’re used to
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| And the clock on the wall, has been stuck at three for days
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| She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
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| And outside, it’s stopped raining.
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| She says baby,
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| It’s 3AM I must be lonely,
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| When she says baby,
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| Well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes,
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| Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.
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| It’s 3AM I must be lonely,
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| When she says baby,
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| Well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes,
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| Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it |