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Rain has a sad and dusty taste |
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Like winter's tears on summer's face |
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Feels like my trouble's coming home |
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I know beyond the rain |
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Sun's going down again |
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Feels like my trouble's coming home |
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And where I walk |
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Winter and the rain come along |
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To remind me that it's over |
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To remind me I was wrong |
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The sun is going down and seasons are turning 'round and |
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The trees are rusted away and the leaves are burned to brown |
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Sun's worn out in the wood-smoked sky and |
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Summer's bound to fade, bound to die |
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And where I walk the winter and the rain come along |
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To remind me that it's over |
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To remind me once again |
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That I was wrong |
