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Regrets, yes I have many |
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But none so great as spurning your love, |
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For how sweet, how sweet your love would be |
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As fierce as fire, as tender as dew. |
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So let the rain fall |
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Crashing on me |
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And blind my eyes |
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For the love I can't feel. |
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Take a sound, don't you wait, don't be hurried |
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Make a sign, don't be late, don't you worry now. |
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Sometimes, I would have you close to me |
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And take the path that leads to the sea. |
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In the dark our eyes would meet at last |
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And on your lips, the words I must flee. |
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So let the rain fall |
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Crashing on me |
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And blind my eyes |
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For the love I can't feel. |
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Take a sound, don't you wait, don't be hurried |
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Make a sign, don't be late, don't you worry now. |
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So let the rain fall |
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Crashing on me |
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And blind my eyes |
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For the love I can't feel. |
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Pulling out while the doubts loom above me |
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Shouting out in the dark for you to love me |
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Cutting life from the hopes of an outstretched hand |
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Regrets, our secret cemeteries, |
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Where loves and loss are silently lain, |
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The dream is fading faster now, |
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And soon you'll slip beyond my recall. |
