Some make the changes in the daylight
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Others make the changes in the night
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Some only read the rainbows
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Others only read the clouds in the sky
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I don't want to be the one to tell you that
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I don't love the way I used to
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Maybe I should leave tomorrow
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And set you free by the morning light
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I'll pack my bags of sorrow
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And leave 'em by the door tonight
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I don't mind the rain on my head
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If only I believed in God, I'd ask
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Him to help me find my way
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But I am faced with a world that does not have the words to say
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So I will be the one to tell you
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That I don't love the way I used to
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Glimmers of hope and time
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Will make it alright
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So let's try and make it last
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This one more night
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I don't mind the rain on my head
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Oh no
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Some People
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| Martha Wainwright |
