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See the rain on the street

The way the cars shine

And the scotch that she drinks

With her lips so fine

And her shoulders go weak

As she closes her eyes

Oh, my God, when she was mine

See how she moves through the door

How she loses her keys

How she loses her cool

 Watching blackbirds scatter through the trees

How she flips from the back to the front

Reading magazines

Oh, my God, I miss those things

 And it's a hard way to fall

 And this ain't the eas--y way down

 And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

So if it's gotta be you

Treat her nice

Hold her hand

And tell her twice

That she doesn't have to worry

And it will be alright

It's alright this time

It's alright this time

See her smiling at him

That used to be me

I could find her in a thunderstorm

 Just by the way that the rain would fall

And we used to be something

But somethin' happened to me

Oh, my God, when I was free

 And it's a hard way to fall

 And this ain't eas--y way down

 And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

 And it's a hard way to fall

 And this ain't the eas--y way down

 And it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow

Enjoy

“I’m as calm as a fruit-stand in NY City”

- Ryan Adams