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the sweet kentucky rain, hit the new york street
i was on the lamb, i was in retreat
but i swore id never let this happen again
but im on 23rd waiting on a friend
this city, girl, got the best of me
and taught me how to make a mess of things
through recent history i have never known
this feeling of feeling so alone
listen to me ive said it before
that i love you and will forevermore
like a poet writes, a singer sings
and you and i, make a mess of things
the circus lights shine as bright as day
and im terrified by what you might say
sometimes i behave just like a kid
but i love you and i always did
the trouble with trouble is that it sometimes sticks
plays tricks with your mind while it gets its kicks
and slowly theres a momentum shift
and the weight becomes too great to lift
i woke up last night, i heard my mama scream
saying boy you always make a mess of things
what will become babe, of you and me
cuz we keep on making a mess of things