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• Artiste: Old 97's
• Titre: Blinding Sheets Of Rain
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These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me They hide on the horizon too far gone to see I could have swore the heart you wore upon your sleeve was mine I could not see in front of me, you were leaving, I was blind Blinding sheets of rain, that's what I'm blaming I must have been blind not to see that you would leave Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain I love you lost its meaning to shipwrecked fools like me The rain is never-ending there's no ships out to see We have not seen a good night since these thunderstorms rolled in I pray god please send them back and make me blind again Blinding sheets of rain, that's what I'm blaming I must have been blind not to see that you would leave Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain