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People just keep movin' around |
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Tryin' to find a place in the sun |
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Layin' their towels |
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And their troubles down |
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When you feel like the days too long |
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Nowhere to hide |
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Nowhere you belong |
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Put your hand out feel the Heavens come down to you |
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Love is all you need, that's what the book of John taught you |
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But you wanna see clouds above |
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I know that better than anyone |
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Because my darling its the way you love |
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It'll always be raining in this song |
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Years from now when you're old and grey |
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Stories of your beauty just empty hearsay |
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The way I look at you will make you young again |
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This humble cause will gather clouds above |
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My words will see those clouds with love |
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Our memories will ring sweetness round the pain |
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A fist full of love |
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And a box of rain |
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Baby, baby now, won't be long |
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If you're feeling down and put upon |
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Nothing this strong could every be wrong |
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It's always |
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Raining in this song |
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Now baby I'm not a meteorologist |
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Or an armchair astrologist |
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But I don't |
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Need no |
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Weatherman |
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To tell me |
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Where to take a stand |
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Baby, baby as the heavens descend |
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You and I will say amen |
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This old cold front will move along |
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Baby, baby as the heavens descend |
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You and I will make amends |
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Lead me back here where you belong |
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It's always raining |
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It's always raining |
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It's always raining in this song |
