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It’s raining broken hearts and promises

Pitch forks and halos, small change and rubber checks

It’s pounding against the window just like thumb tacks

And it keeps on raining

The ice in my glass is chiming like church bells

On a sad old Sunday, while I’m sleeping in way past twelve

Sin piler’s like me will pave their own way to hell

But what kills you is the waiting

In a life like this you know too much ain’t ever enough

And it seems like a man can’t ever get whole

Just palming around in the dark like some mad man

Just a half looking for a better half that’s all

And baby, I’ve been missing your shining smile

You ran off like a bandit, or like a prisoner with a file

You left me like a drunkard leaves a bottle of wine

And baby, I chewed my finger nails to the bone

Knowing your out on the town someplace

While I sit hunkered down by the phone

Like an old dog pawing at the ground looking for his bone

Ah ya, pretty baby

Sometimes it feels like a sin to be born

Cast wandering the garden looking for a rose

But all you ever seem to find are the thorns

And then it starts raining

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