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Gentle rain, here it comes again |
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Rattling 'round your window, threatening pain |
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Coming on like a friend but you know better than |
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Yesterday that held you by a different hand |
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Hail and stone and all that's gone |
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When everything that passes cuts to the bone |
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Turning like a wheel, dragging a heavy stone |
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A weight that ties you down that you will never own |
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Strange to see a paper smile on thee |
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When once you moved and light the room for us all to be |
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Now if I could be the sun I'd shine in your life |
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If I could be the rain I'd rain from your eyes |
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And I'd wash away the emptiness you feel inside |
