| I never cried like I cry when I cry for you
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| I thought that my heart was still waterproof
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| It’s pulling on the anchor dropping far below
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| A weight on my chest that I don’t want to know
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| It’s pouring down on my street and it won’t stop
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| The water level’s rising and it won’t drop
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| So crack another barrel open
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| Drink up it’s the end of the parade
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| The crowd dives for cover off the meter board
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| They’re running for the shelter promised long before
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| I’m stuck on this float that is sinking fast
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| How could I believe that our love would last?
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| Forty days and forty nights
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| Leaking from your bleeding heart
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| Flooding in the basement, damage to the roof
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| Damage to the bookshelf and the records too
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| Among those were the copies you forgot you lent
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| So let the water wash away all evidence
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| It’s pouring down on my street and it won’t stop
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| The water level’s rising and it won’t drop
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| So crack another barrel open
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| Forget the parts that may be broken
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| Drink up it’s the end of the parade |