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Rain Down on Me

You and I had been together
For the longest time.
We spent so much time together,
I thought we were two-of-a-kind.

Then it all changed:
It all began to rain
Down on me.
I finally came to realize
You were meant to make me cry.
Now I see.

When you had another girl
And we met once more,
I said our end didn't mean the world.
(I broke down behind my bedroom door.)

Then it all changed:
It all began to rain
Down on me.
I finally came to realize
You were meant to make me cry.
Now I see.

When I'd finally gotten through
The heartbreak you'd given me,
Who showed up on my steps - you!
I told you we won't ever be.

Then it all changed:
It all began to rain
Down on you.
You finally came to realize
I were meant to make me cry.
Now you see.

Then it all changed:
It all began to rain
Down on me.
I finally came to realize
You were meant to make me cry.
Now I see.

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