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I was raised the northern way |
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And my father had a northern name |
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I did my crying |
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Out in the pouring rain |
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And a season turned into another one |
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I found a heart bright like the morning sun |
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He touched my lips, so softly |
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With his fingertips |
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But I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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And some things in life won't ever change |
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There's a smell of a rusty chain |
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And of love disappearing |
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Like an aeroplane |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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All of the time |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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All of the time |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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Falling down on me |
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All the time, all the time |
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All of the time |
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All of the time |
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I've kept the rain falling down on me |
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Falling, falling down |
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Kept the rain falling down |
