| Roof top and I can’t stop
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| The rhythm of the raindrops
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| That mingle with my tears
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| Orange glow, the radio
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| Reminds me you’re not here, and I’m aware
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| And now I’m reminiscing
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| All the things we shared
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| Staring at the leaves, talking to the trees
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| All of these, especially sunshowers
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| Blue Jean is striking off
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| The checklists from the magizines
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| That clutter up her room
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| «Can you spot the warning signs
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| Of boredom letting itself in your life?»
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| Well, can you tell?
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| Is it something that I said or do I smell?
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| Maybe I can change
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| Maybe I’m insane
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| Baby, I just need a sweet…
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| I shuffle down the sidewalk in the afternoon
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| On Monday afternoon
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| Whistlin' while I walk away
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| I look up to the sky and wonder why
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| The clouds have gathered seem to say goodbye
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| Adios, my friend
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| Bon Voyage again
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| Arrivederci, everyone
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| Sunshower |