| The wind is ruthless,
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| the trees shake angry fingers at the sky,
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| the people hunch their shoulders,
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| hold their collars over their ears and run by.
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| Its a cold rain,
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| Its a hard rain,
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| Like the kind that you find in songs.
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| I guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache
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| here to sing to you about how I’ve been done wrong.
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| I am sitting, watching
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| out the window of the coffee shop.
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| And l am waiting, waiting,
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| waiting for it to let up.
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| And I am rocking like a cradle,
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| warming my hands with the cup in between.
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| And l am leaning over the table,
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| holding my face over the steam.
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| And before it gets so cold,
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| that the rain turns to snow.
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| There’s just s couple things I’d like to know
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| Like…
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| How could you do nothing,
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| and say I’m doing my best?
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| And how could you take almost everything,
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| and then come back for the rest?
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| And how could you beg me to stay,
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| reach out your hands and plead,
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| and then pack up your eyes,
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| and run away as soon as i agreed?
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| It just all slips away so slowly
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| you don’t even notice that you’ve lost alot.
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| Been like one of those zombies in vegas
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| pouring quarters into a slot.
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| And now l’m tired
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| and l’m broke,
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| and l feel stupid and i feel used.
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| And l’m at the end of my little rope
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| and l am swinging back and forth about you.
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| And before it gets so cold
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| that the rain turns to snow.
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| There’s just a couple things l’d like to know
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| like.
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| How could you do nothing,
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| and say l’m doing my best?
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| and how could you take almost everything,
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| and then come back for the rest?
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| how could you beg me to stay?
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| reach out your hands and plead,
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| and then pack up your eyes and run away
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| as soon as i agreed |