| The whole sky opens up and it rains down on my head
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| I show up at your door beat down and soaking wet
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| I know you’ll open up and let me waltz right in
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| My come whatever, unfair weather friend
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| If I find myself out lost on a lonely Friday night
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| The songs aren’t hittin' home and the whiskey don’t taste right
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| The few numbers on the phone and you’re on the other end
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| My come whatever, unfair weather friend
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| And I might wind up stuck out on some old forgotten highway
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| But somehow you show up and sure enough be goin' my way
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| You’re always there, right where you’ve always been
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| My come whatever, unfair weather friend
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| I don’t have to wonder where you’ll be if I should need you
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| All I have to do is close my eyes and I can see you
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| Always there, right where you’ve always been
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| Sometimes this whole world is my worst enemy
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| And I know where to run when it gets to me
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| No one else but you can make it all make sense
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| My come whatever, unfair weather friend
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| My come whatever
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| Unfair weather friend |