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Flowers In The Rain |
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Flowers In The Rain |
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Woke up one morning half asleep |
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With all my blankets in a heap |
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And yellow roses scattered all around |
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The time was still approaching |
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For I couldn't stand it anymore |
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Some marigolds upon my eiderdown |
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*I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain |
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Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow |
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I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain |
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Feel the power of the rain keeping me good |
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So I lay upon my side |
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With all the windows open wide |
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Couldn't pressurize my head from speaking |
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Hoping not to make a sound |
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I pushed my bed into the grounds |
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In time to catch the sight that I was seeking |
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(*repeat) |
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If this perfect pleasure has to be |
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Then this is paradise to me |
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If my pillow's getting wet |
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I can't see that it matters much to me |
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I heard the flowers in the trees |
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Make conversation with the trees |
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Relieved to leave reality behind me |
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With my commitments in a mess |
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My sleep is not a way of rest |
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In a world of fantasy you'll find me |
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(*repeat) |
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Watching flowers in the rain |
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Flower in the rain |
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Power flowers in the rain |
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Flower power in the rain |
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