Just before it rains
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The wind whips 'round the balcony
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And the sky closes on the english roses
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And she'll be pacin'
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'round and 'round and 'round and 'round her room
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These storms always find here to remind her
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To the endless sky
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The pink over grey
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She looks for an answer
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But it's too late
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Maybe it's true
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Some things were just never meant to be
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Maybe not
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This is a story
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Fruit cut from the vine
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Forgot and left to rot
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Long before its time
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This is a story
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About the girl who lived next door
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Looking for someone to hold
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A wish made on a star
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Brought her here tonight
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At a courtyard she waits
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A thousand broken dates
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But she holds the hymnal
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Where so carefully pressed
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Is the english rose she laid to rest
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It's only a story
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Flowers in full bloom
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Bouquets in every room
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Ooh, this is a story
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Fruit cut from the vine
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Looking for someone to hold
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The English Roses
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| The Pretenders |
