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Lids that close and time that slows the rapid eye |
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There is no dreaming in the grave |
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You'll never look into those eyes again |
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In this world, in this world |
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So bend your head |
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The way that flowers bend their heads |
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
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Bend your head |
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The way that flowers bend their heads |
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Love has died |
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But love is gonna live again |
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People change and they turn strange and so will I |
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It makes no odds how we behave |
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We'll never work out how to live in peace |
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In this world, with this world |
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So bend your head |
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The way that flowers bend their heads |
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
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Love has died but love is gonna live again |
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
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In a place where flowers rot and die |
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In a place where truth lies down and shacks up with the lie |
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There is still you, there is still you |
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And longer than this life gives life to you |
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Bend your head |
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The way that flowers bend their heads |
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
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Love has died but love is gonna live again |
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
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My love like rain, my love like rain, my love like rain |