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As a man, i ain't never been much for sunny days
I'm as calm as a fruit stand in new york
And maybe as strange
When the colors go out of my eyes
It's usually the change.
But damn, sam, i love a woman that rains
Clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer
Clear as a bell, and sound as an old engineer
With talented breezes that blow off your hat with a sneer.
As a man, i ain't never been much for talkin to.
I'm as open as a door in her house
That leads to her room
And when the color goes out of my eyes
She's usually too
But damn, sam, i love a woman that's blue.
As a man, i ain't never been much for sunny days
I'm as calm as a fruit stand in new york
And maybe as strange
But when the colors go out of my eyes
It's usually the change.
But damn, sam, i love a woman that rains.
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