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Lyrics:
Is it raining? I can’t tell. It sounds like it’s raining. Yep, it’s raining. It’s really coming down out there. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
I woke up, It was raining. I guess there’s always work to do around the house. I think I heard it start, I woke up to thunder God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
I hope the lids are on the garbage cans And all the upstairs windows have been closed. It’s really coming down out there. And the bald spot on the lawn where the dog’s chain used to be it’s a pool of mud. Lord, I miss that dog.
Is it a chill-in-your-bones rain? Will it soak right through your shoes till your socks get wet? I think I heard it start, I woke up to thunder. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
Somewhere in the closet, There’s a box of paint-by-numbers sets Your mother planned to do when she got time. There wasn’t time enough for her to stick around and tell you But there’s time enough for you to change your mind.
Close up the shop. It’s raining. Call off the dogs. It’s raining. Cancel the war. Close up the shop. Call off the dogs. It’s raining. It’s raining. It’s raining. It’s raining. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans. God forbid you’d have to change your precious plans.
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