I've had it with grown-ups, I think. God, what is it about ourselves that we lose the older we get? I pray to never become as ridiculous as the grown-ups I know.
"Oh Rainy day, come 'round/ Sometimes I just want it to slow down/ And we're separated now / (I'm down) / But I love it when you come over to the house / I love it when you come over to my house."
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