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by XTC

When your love's flown out the window
And the pain comes through the door
Once again you've missed the boat
And you're stranded on the shore,
And you find out that what you had
Was never yours at all,
Friends and lovers that you knew so well
Will never take your calls

So.......
You blame the weather, oh-oh,
Blame the weather, oh-oh,
Blame the weather, oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime,
You're turning creases into lines.

If you play the game you've got to be
Prepared to take a knock,
You get put down so many times
But you keep on getting up,
So put your tears away
And don't forget to worry is a crime,
Nothing bears thinking about too much,
You'll be old before your time

So.......
You blame the weather, oh-oh,
Blame the weather, oh-oh,
Blame the weather, oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime,
You're turning creases into lines.

The pool of tears you left to drown in
    (dry up, dry up)
The helping hands that never came
    (dry up, dry up)
The years you lost out to another
All went up in flames

So.......   
You blame the weather, oh-oh,
Blame the weather, oh-oh, 
Blame the weather, oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime,
You're turning creases into lines.
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