The thought of always being ok Would scare me like no other, But thinking's just a sad old trend That belongs to yesterday. So who am I without my brains? Am I a careless lover? It's when I think I have no choice That I place my leading bets.
I'm better off without the rain
That pokes behind the curtains And winter makes me wanna cry And stay in bad all day. So who am I without my heart? Am I an ice cold killer? It's when I fear I don't know love That I play the winning hand.
Another day, another day in the rain. I just don't think I need another bad rainy day. Another day, another day in the rain. I just don't think I need another… bad rainy day. Another sad weary face… I'd rather be turning up the bass!
I used to be mopey child But now I'm fully geared up. My tongue is sharp, my dreams are wild. How crazy is my head? And who am I without my soul?
Am I a piece of paper? A gentle breeze to make me float, A gale to toss me down.
Another day, another day in the rain. I just don't think I need another bad rainy day. Another day, another day in the rain. I just don't think I need another… Another bad rainy day!
So finally I am my own best friend, And I won't be complaining ever again. I know my darling loves to be depressed, But I'd much rather make for happiness!
Another day, another day in the rain. I just don't think I need another bad rainy day. Another day, another day in the rain. I just don't think I need another bad rainy day. Another sad weary face… I'd rather be turning up the bass!
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