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Valdosta Rain Lyrics by Ben Wells
Ben Wells Lyrics
There's something strange about this bottle
Calling me at 4 am
Telling me that everything's ok
She's not laying down with him
There's something strange about these raindrops
They can't wash away my pain
How her memory was left behind
But didn't even leave a stain
It's kinda like...
Valdosta Rain, it's pouring down
It's coming in like a hurricane, I'm not ready for it now
You only come on the days, she ain't around
Don't you bring down this pain, in my temporary drought
Cuz' getting over her, is driving me insane
It's kinda like, counting drops of valdosta rain
There's something strange about this picture
Staring back at me
I can still hear her laughing
As we danced on new year's eve
There's something strange about her leaving
I can't explain what's going on
I thought I was over her
But I guess that I was wrong
It must be...
Valdosta Rain, it's pouring down
It's coming in like a hurricane, I'm not ready for it now
You only come on the days, she ain't around
Don't you bring down this pain, in my temporary drought
Cuz' getting over her, is driving me insane
It's kinda like, counting drops of valdosta rain
Can somebody please tell me
What the hell is going on
Why one day I see the sunshine
And the next there's a storm
Like...
Valdosta rain, it's pouring down
It's coming in like a hurricane, I'm not ready for it now
You only come on the days, she ain't around
Don't you bring down this pain, in my temporary drought
Cuz' getting over her, is driving me insane
It's kinda like, counting drops of valdosta rain
[Thanks to Max, kacey for lyrics]
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