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gray vaults over
head. temperatures suddenly cold [entrenched] the
winter clothes are all washed and put away the
light
oh

that sweet yellow smile has left us for another half year and oh
the entire country has the flu or thinks they have the flu and
the rain
man
oh
that fucking rain falls and falls on me

drowning my eyes
flooding my soul of words it
filters down without apology
yeah [listen]
i see it thru my windows man that fucking water it ruins me it
tells me i can't run while the thunder rumbles man my only escape
lord my poor sweet girl has the baby at the hospital with a hundred and three degree fever
while my other babies sit here coughing and wiping noses man and slowly
asking if everything is gonna be ok
man
all day long i watched that helium balloon blowing wild
across my tv sky the room was dark the
blinds were drawn
and
woe
they cannot find that little boy man

they cannot find that little
boy.