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The rain fell all night |
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And it kept me awake |
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It was still falling by morning |
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It was hard to take |
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And you were sleeping on the floor |
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Breathing free and even |
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If I ever want to drive myself insane |
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All I have to do is watch you breathing |
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And at 5 AM |
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I turned the radio on |
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And an old man's voice |
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Sang a short, sweet song |
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And then the static roared again |
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Hungry for blood |
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I heard the rain falling from the rain spout |
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Down, down into the sweet wet mud |
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And you punched out all the windows |
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And the wind began to wail |
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And you gathered your hair behind your head |
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Like God was gonna catch you by the ponytail |
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And then the old voice crackled through the static |
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And I felt young and alive |
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And the hairs stood up on the back of my neck |
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We were rising from the grave |
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Yeah, yeah |
