| She said, «It's cold outside» and she hands me a raincoat
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| She’s always worried about things like that
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| She said, «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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| And she says, «Baby, it’s three AM, I must be lonely»
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| And she says, «Baby, well, I can’t help
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| But be scared of it all sometimes
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| And the rain’s gonna wash away, I believe this»
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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 that 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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| And she says, «Baby, when it’s three AM I must be lonely»
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| Well, heaven she says, «Baby, well, I can’t help
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| But be scared of it all sometimes
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| And the rain’s gonna wash away, I believe this»
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| Well, she believes that life isn’t 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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| And she says, «Baby, It’s 3 am I must be lonely»
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| Well, heaven she says, «Baby, well, I can’t help
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| But be scared of it all sometimes
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| And the rain’s gonna wash away, I believe this»
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| Well, it’s three AM, I must be lonely
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| Well, heaven she says, «Baby, well, I can’t help
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| But be scared of it all sometimes» |