Suddenly the sun gets colder,
and the wind gets bolder,
And the rain clouds start to gather in;
And the rain keeps pouring,
The rain keeps pouring,
The rain keeps pouring, on me.
Suddenly your love gets colder,
as we grow older,
And the dark days gather in;
And the rain keeps pouring,
The rain keeps pouring,
The rain keeps pouring, on me.
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