Raindrops and Teardrops

The first warning sign A tickle in my eye I get the urge to wipe away There’s a hardness in my throat That makes it hard to talk Air caught in my windpipe Too late to make a sound Raindrops and teardrops Storm clouds over rooftops I can’t see ‘em But I feel ‘em coming around Teardrops, like raindrops The first bolt of lightning warned me I think a big one’s coming down It had been a long time Not a cloud in the sky Bluebirds singing every day But I ain’t seen a feathered bird Ever since the weather…

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