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It's raining again |
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I'm hearing its pitter patter down |
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It's wet in the street |
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Reflecting the lights and splashing feet |
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Nowhere to go |
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And nothing I have to do, have to do |
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It's raining again |
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I follow the Christmas lights down town |
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I'm leaving the flow |
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Of people walking all around, round and round |
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I hear the sound of rain falling in my ears |
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Washing away the weariness like tears |
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I can feel my troubles running down |
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Disappear into the silent sound |
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Just walking along |
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My clothes are soaked right through to the skin |
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I haven't a doubt that this is what life is all about |
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The sun and the rain |
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Scraps of brain washing down the drain |
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I feel the rain falling on my face |
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I can say there is no better place |
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Than standing up in the falling down |
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In so much rain I could almost drown |
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It's raining again |
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A crack in the clouds reveals blue skies |
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I've been feeling so low |
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(Low) |
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But now everything is on my side, the sun and the rain |
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Walk with me fill my heart again |
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I hear the rain falling in my ears |
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Washing away the weariness like tears |
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I can feel my troubles running down |
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Disappear into the silent sound |
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I feel the rain falling on my face |
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I can say there is no better place |
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Than standing up in the falling down |
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In so much rain I could almost drown |
