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        I'm standing in the rain.

        Please feel my pain.

        A freight train on my brain.

        It's driving me insane.

        I'm standing outside your door.

        Please I hope me, see, won't ignore.

        I'm standing outside your home.  

        Please, I don't want to be alone.

        Can I come inside?  

        Please, in you, all this stuff, can I confide.

        I, from these feelings cannot hide.

        My dear, I know you can see me out here.

        I hope you'll let me inside.

        In from the cold.

        Whatever it is, we can talk through.  

        Whatever is, making you blue