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She picks her flowers in the garden |
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and pave to tell neil's can't derail |
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After five she pours herself a glass of wine |
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as she is thinking |
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So this is end |
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Califonia makes her lonely |
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talking to the friends back home |
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But she knows she just a person out of grade |
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she's right here where she belongs |
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It's alright... |
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It's okay... |
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She's a flower waiting for the rain |
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She runs in the camp yard in the morning |
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and smell the thirsty yellow sand |
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Bring some of coffee from the country store |
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before she turns left the rain on run the rain |
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Touching the sky line in the evening |
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with a humburg here in hand |
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And a flashing from the hitline set the cards |
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among the fallen angles |
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and should it start |
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It's alright... |
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It's okay... |
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She is a flower waiting for the rain |
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She is a flower waiting for the rain |
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do la de... |
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She prays for the silence in the night time |
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A perfect place should be alone |
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She is looking up above the sky |
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wishing for the rain to come down |
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And she is waiting for the rain looking for a sun |
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walking on a slip free memories made a wise deep in |
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surviver for a day |
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And she is looking for a way out let it go in other randon |
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flowers cuase the rain no point to hide in |
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Waiting for the rain looking for a sun |
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walking on a slip free memories made a wise deep in |
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surviver for a day |
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Looking for a way out let it go in other randon |
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flowers cuase the rain no point to hide in |
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Just calm down |
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So just calm down |
