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Just because of the mood I'm in
I know there's more to the weather than the western wind
And I feel like I'm gonna feel
Like a willow tree that's got some branches to bend
Well I give you all of my time
But you know I got nothing of the kind
And I take all your troubles I can find
But I know you say, you got nothing, nothing of the kind
Well I was told to just come on in
But I didn't know exactly why or exactly when
So I just stood inside your door
And I waited there a while and then I waited there some more
Well I give you all of my time
But you know I got nothing of the kind
And I take all your troubles I can find
But I know you say, you got nothing, nothing of the kind
Well darlin' I've seen you cry
But there's more to your tears than meets the eye
And if you'd only look I know you'd find
That there's more to your tears than there'll ever be to mine