grandaddy - protected from the rain lyrics
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h-llo my name is on my shirt… pocket,
i’d rather not speak right now,
i’m remembering… something.
most typically my dreams are dreadfully
boring,
therefore i go to these places just to
see the girls …
with hair like hers,
with clothes like she wore,
with smells like hers,
with handwriting like hers …
you wrote me little letters and,
you brought me lunch that time,
at my work and that poem you left,
on my windshield wrapped in plastic,
to protect it from the rain.
protected from the rain (several times)
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