Art of Years

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I learn the art of years

How to quiet my doubts

And banish my fears

And the tears that once fell

They don't fall anymore

Just the rain that knocks nice at the door

Just the rain that knocks nice at the door

I took all my time

And I saved it all up

I bottled the pain

And I drank from its cup

It was bitter enough

I won't drink any more

Wash my lips with the kiss of

The rain at my door

Ah, let me in

Ah, let me win

I learned how to balance

And how to stand still

And now I know how

I don't know if I will

Had my fill of the rain that knocks nice at the door...