sometimes i get to thinking
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i'm a hurting kind of guy
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why'd that woman leave me for a lesser kind
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if you don't know now, then you never will
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is what she said
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she said i didn't listen
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well i know that that's untrue
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she said i didn't understand her
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well i guess that you do
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well i guess you do
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summer came around
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her old blanket on the floor
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i woke to the slamming of the door
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then the rain came
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and i just let it pour all over me
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sometimes i get to thinking
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i've been wronged by my own kind
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downed by my own undertakings
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now i'm down by the water, black water
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and i'm looking in
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she said i wouldn't miss her
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well you know that that's unfair
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she said i wasn't there for her
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well i never would have been there
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no sir, if not for her
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summer comes around
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and i miss that woman more
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i guess i'll get me somewhere by the fall
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when the rain comes
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well i'll just let it pour all over me
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sometimes i get to thinking
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i'm a hurting kind of guy
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why'd that woman leave me for a lesser kind
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if you don't know now, then you never will
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is what she said
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summer comes around
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and i miss that woman more
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i guess i'll get me somewhere by the fall
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when the rain comes
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well i'll just let it pour all over me
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There For Her
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| Lloyd Cole |
