Escape from the Rain

I don’t want life
To rain on me;
I don’t like it
In my eyes, you see.
I don’t want life
To rain on me,
So I’m lookin’ for a place to be,
Where the rain can’t get to me.

Standin’ down at
The bottom of the sea,
Where there’s no way
It can rain on me.
I don’t like it
In my eyes, you see.
So I’m standin’ at the bottom of the sea,
Where the rain can’t get to me.

 

 

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