| Here comes the rain again
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| It always has an effect on me
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| Don't know how the seasons run
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| I always feel like I'm in between
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| Do I stay inside 'til I see the sun?
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| Once again, let the seasons run?
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| Or do I step outside?
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| I'm somewhere in between
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| Lightning and the distant crash of thunder
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| Knowing that it's still coming
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| Doesn't make me any braver
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| My fears, my doubts
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| They're slowly creeping out
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| And they're intensified
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| The first drop hits my windowpane
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| And the emotions start flooding in
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| I recognize it in the air
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| The fading light is my precursor
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| But how do I prepare?
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| I slowly fade as the sky worsens
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| My fears, my doubts
|
| They're slowly creeping out
|
| And they're intensified
|
| The first drop hits my windowpane
|
| And the emotions start flooding in
|
| Here comes the rain again
|
| It always has an effect on me
|
| Don't know how the seasons run
|
| I always feel like I'm in between
|
| Do I stay inside 'til I see the sun?
|
| Once again, let the seasons run
|
| Or do I step outside? |