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Can't help it if |
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I have a widower's heart |
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Tried to get out of bed but |
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I can't seem to start |
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When I hit the road it was freezing and dark |
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I hope that it's warmer wherever you are |
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I turned to say |
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I'm sorry and |
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I tried to explain |
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But the room it was empty and bitter and drained |
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No songs from the angels, no blood in my veins |
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Could ever replace you and here |
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I remain Oh, rain. |
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away. |
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New York was a rough place that suited me well |
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You bragged of religion and put me through hell |
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Maybe I'm better off, maybe it's hard to tell |
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When I left you were sleeping through trumpets and bells |
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Oh, rain. |
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away. |
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Just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine |
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But it's echoes and glimpses of beautiful times |
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I'm sure it's much harder on your end than mine |
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If you ever pass through here |
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I'm not hard to find. |
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Oh, rain. |
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away. |
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Oh, rain. |
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away. |
