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I know a man who was afraid to love To lay his heart on the bathroom rug He drank his coffee in the same old mug He sat in silence till the world felt numb Until the day when a girl came by She had eyes like the rising tide Felt a sharpness deep inside The kind of ache that can't be satisfied We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes But how we love when it washes our cars We love to love when it fills up the room But when it leaves we're cursing the stars So he turned to the radio And he went to a picture show He tried to find someone else who knows All the hurt that a heart can hold She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove And sparked like fire would inside a stove Wanted to ask her just to sit and stay Instead he watched as she walked away We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes But how we love when it washes our cars We love to love when it fills up the room But when it leaves we're cursing the stars We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes But how we love when it washes our cars We love to love when it fills up the room But when it leaves we're cursing the stars |