Saturday, 13 March 2010

I'll find love in the pouring rain..

Late again

Guilt free in the middle of the pouring rain

Hair's a mess he said

Would you mind if I spent the night alone?

3am he's up said
It's not you and it never was

Packs his things he's gone where?

That place I'll never know

Somewhere in the middle of the pouring rain

I wake up late
Sometimes I wish I never woke up at all

And I contemplate

I guess maybe I'm better off alone

I'm gonna leave this place

I guess winter got the best of us this year

And the sky's a mess

I'll run out in the middle of the pouring rain

When the day is done and you're not here again

When the day is done and you're not here again

When the day is done and you're not here again

I'll run out in the middle of the pouring rain

God speed in the middle of the pouring rain

I'll find love in the middle of the pouring rain

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