You can't rely on the weather man
Wether or not he's right, you're wrong.
You look, I stare, we call it there
It's getting late.
For you to go to bed,
And I'll go out.
It rains, it pours, it floods our doors.
It silences eyes, and waits for more. You know
You've got to trust your own instinct.
Cause you can hear so much more when you speak.

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