These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me
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They hide on the horizon too far gone to see
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I could have swore the heart you wore upon your sleeve was mine
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I could not see in front of me you were leaving I was blind
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Blinding sheets of rain that¡¯s what I¡¯m blaming
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I must have been blind not to see that you would leave
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Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place
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And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain
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I love you lost its meaning to shipwrecked fools like me
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The rain is never-ending there¡¯s no ships out to see
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We have not seen a good night since these thunderstorms rolled in
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I pray god please send them back and make me blind again
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Blinding Sheets of Rain
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