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She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
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She's always worried about things like that
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She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
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And she only sleeps when it's raining
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And she screams and her voice is straining
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(chorus)
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She says baby
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It's 3 am I must be lonely
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When she says baby
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Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
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Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it
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She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
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And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all
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She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to
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And she only sleeps when it's raining
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And she screams and her voice is straining
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(chorus)
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She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
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And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days
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She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
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But outside it's stopped raining
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(chorus)
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3am
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| matchbox twenty |
