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 earsand run by
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it's a cold rain
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it's a hard rain
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like the kind that you find in songs
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i guess that makes methe jerk with the heartache
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here to sing youabout how i've been done wrong
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and i am sitting, watching
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out the window of the coffee shop
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and i am waiting, waiting
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waiting for it to let up
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i am rocking like a cradle
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warming my hands with the cup in between
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i 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 a couple things
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i'd like to know
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like how could you do nothing
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and say, i'm doing my best
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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
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it just all slips
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away so slowly
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you don't even notice till you've lost a lot
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i've been like one of those zombies
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in vegas
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pouring quarters into a slot
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and now i'm tired
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and i am broke
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and i feel stupid and i feel used
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and i'm at the end of my little rope
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and i am swinging back and forth
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about you
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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
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i'd like to know
|
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like how could you do nothing
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and say, i'm doing my best
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how could you take almost everything
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and then come back for the rest
|
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
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Done Wrong
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| Ani DiFranco |
