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I hear the drizzle of the rain |
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Like a memory it falls |
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Soft and warm, continuing |
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Tapping on my roof and walls |
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And from the shelter of my mind |
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Through the window of my eyes |
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I gaze beyond the rainy streets |
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To England where my heart lies |
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My mind's distracted and diffused |
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My thoughts are many miles away |
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They lie with you when you're asleep |
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And kiss you when you start your day |
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And a song I was writing is left undone |
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I don't know why I spend my time |
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Writing songs I can't believe |
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With words that tear and strain to rhyme |
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And so you see I have come to doubt |
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All that I once held as true |
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I stand alone without beliefs |
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The only truth I know is you |
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And as I watch the drops of rain |
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Weave their weary paths and die |
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I know that I am like the rain |
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There but for the grace of you go I |
