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Hate how the myth of separation |
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Really cast a spell on me |
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Never missing one occasion |
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Of the infinite varieties of agony |
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Passin' down our borrowed anguish |
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Blasted joys and jubilant despair |
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Leave us crying out here to languish |
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Poor outcast, it's too much to bear |
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Creating rain, making rain |
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It's always raining here |
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Sometimes |
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I need a little shove, yeah |
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Remind me of my providence |
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Learn to bear the beams of love, yeah |
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Mending my conflict with circumstance |
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Making rain, making rain |
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It's always raining here |
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Heart's in pain, crying in the rain |
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Here comes that rain again |
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Exacerbations, excruciations |
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That's the tears of things |
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Exacerbations, excruciations |
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Well, that's the tears of things |
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Waiting in a railway station |
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In some godforsaken neighborhood |
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It's as if my blood was dreaming |
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And resolved itself into melody |
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Making rain, here comes the rain |
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Hearts in pain, it's always raining here |
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Creating rain, here comes the train |
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Making rain, it's always raining here |
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Yeah, making rain, making rain |
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It's always raining here |
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Making rain, yeah rain |
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It's always raining here |
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Yeah rain, yeah rain |
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Yeah rain, yeah rain |
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Rain, here comes that rain again |
