It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart, beating close to mine. Pounding up against the stone and steel, walls that I won't climb. Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep, you think that you're gonna drown. Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep, with all this rain falling down. Strange how hard it rains now, rows and rows of big dark clouds, when I'm holding on underneath this shroud. Rain.
- Patty Griffin: Rain.
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