Sometimes I recall nothing at all
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but the patter pelt sounds of rain coming down
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on the windows outside of my parents' house
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when I was a boy in a rainy port town
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And you know that it's true
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when I was walking from school in the rain
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and I was maybe 7 or 8
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I splashed in the puddles and played with wet dogs
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chased ducks, hide and seek in the fog
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And I know those days are gone
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And you know that my mom
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she said take off your shoes at the door
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you'll have wet dogs and puddles no more
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you'll bathe and put on a clean change of clothes
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I'm sure that you'll catch your death of cold
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but then I didn't die
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so it came to be
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that I was supposed to keep my feet clean
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and dry when rainy days coming were seen
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mom said you'll walk straight to school and then
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you'll walk straight home after again
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but some things you can't deny
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so even today
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when I'm walking around in the rain
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and I've got somewhere warm to stay
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I'll splash in the puddles and play with wet dogs
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chase ducks play hide and seek in the fog
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and those days will never die
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Rainy Day Song (Japanese CD Only)
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Sicko |