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Gray storm clouds are rushing over Thunder clapped so loud that grown men run for cover Wet raindrops pepper windshields holding down your hat while dust kicked up on the playground but it's just the sound of another heart achin' the pressure that's involved when the fever is breakin' Just these teardrops I can't help from falling and holdin' my breath wondering if I should call him tonight Now my best friend investing interest advising quite politely over lunch where he can stick it but I don't even listen too busy mourning us you know I just can't help but miss him when it's just the sound of logic and reason and practicality's got nothing to do with my feelings tonight When Gray storm clouds are rushing over SongtexteThunder clapped so loud that grown men run for cover Wet raindrops pepper windshields holding down your hat the dust kicked up on the playground but it's just the sound of my little heart breakin' my loving days are numbered if you are away and it's hard to imagine my life without you even though I'm sure that I was never right for you at all Aus Songtexte Mania