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Don't blame me if I talk about the weatherIt's all that I can get my head around for nowIt seems these days that nothing's getting betterI read it one last time, and I burned her final letterIt's raining now, I heard tomorrow will be wetterThere's a house on my street, I think it's been abandonedAnd the grass grows tall and brown, ashamed it's standingBut I think it's great how it stands up straightIn defiance of unyielding fateAt some point things are going to get too heavyThe hurricane is going to break the levyThrough the crashing of the thunderI can barely hear myself singBut the white boy blues, they never meant a thingAnd I'll blame it on the lightningFor making me blindTo the positive people and positive thingsThat I fail to recognizeSo file this under clichéA boy and his guitarI've taken extra special careTo ensure you enjoy this time of oursIt's filled to the brim with introspectionLetras de cancionesAnd a biting tone to matchAll the metaphors and referencesThat no one but me will catchThere's snow on the groundAnd it hasn't been this beautiful since MarchThings were looking up thenI hope that maybe now they'll startI've been working hardTo find that means to an endCause recently it's been too hard to pretendSo file this under clichéA boy and his guitarI've taken extra special careTo ensure you enjoy this time of oursIt's filled to the brim with introspectionAnd a biting tone to matchAll the metaphors and referencesThat no one but me will catch From Letras Mania