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See all the rain on the street
The way the cars shine
And the scotch that she drinks
With her lips so fine

And her shoulders go weak
As she closes her eyes
Oh, my God when she was mine

See, how she moves through the door
How she loses her keys
How she loses her cool
Watching blackbirds scatter through the trees

How she flips from the back to the front
Reading magazines
Oh, my God, I miss those things

And it's a hard way to fall
And this ain't the easy way down
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

So if it's gotta be you treat her nice
Hold her hand and tell her twice
That she doesn't have to worry
And it will be alright
It's alright this time, it's alright this time

See her smiling at him that used to be me
And I could find her in a thunderstorm
Just by the way that the rain would fall

And we used to be something
Somethin' happened to me
Oh, my God when I was free

And it's a hard way to fall
And this ain't the easy way down
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

And it's a hard way to fall
This ain't the easy way down
And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow