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Oh my poor boy, you've gone and done it again
Now the cops are at the door and she is at her end
Saying you'll kill the cats if you're left alone
She's lying and you know it, this is some kind of home

They're calling for the rain, saying it'll flood again
Summers can get so nice, it makes you forget the gray
Sometimes it's hard to keep your head above water
When you're living in such a state
But folks they move on in Washington's rain

Oh my poor girl, you've gone and made yourself sad
And all those walls full of drawers don't look like dreams that you had
You say if things don't change you're just gonna leave this town
In a city full of strangers, no one sees your frown

They're calling for the rain, saying it'll flood again
Summers can get so nice, it makes you forget the gray
Sometimes it's hard to keep your head above water
When you're living in such a state
But folks they move on in Washington's rain

Oh my poor boy, when will things ever change
As all your friends move on, you stay the same
Walking these same streets, drunk and broke
Six years and still you call this place home

They're calling for the rain, saying it'll flood again
Summers can get so nice, it makes you forget the gray
Sometimes it's hard to keep your head above water
When you're living in such a state
But folks they move on in Washington's rain

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from I'm Dressed Like a Bullfighter on the Inside, released May 14, 2007
Jared Nelson - vocals/electric guitar
Dave Webb - lead guitars
Chris Borgia - bass
Peijman Kouretchian - drums

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