(Hicks / Clarke / Nash)
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When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
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Reminds of her
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When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
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It was raining hard
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The trees looked bare the night I met her
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She was wet her hands were cold
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The wind blew through her hair
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Though I'd known her quite a long time
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We were just good friends
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So it didn't seem so strange
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Inviting her back home
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We sat by the fire
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The flames brought out something in her
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Melting all the cold
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Projecting warmth I never knew
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As the rain beat on my window
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Did she understand
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That in the glow of dying embers
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Everything was planned
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Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
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Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
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Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
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Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
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We made love later on that night
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While the rain beat on my window
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I can't forget the things that happened
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While the rain beat down on my window
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Next time I saw her
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I knew she didn't want to know me
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If I disappointed her
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I think she should have told me
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Can't she understand
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I only tried to be a man
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She made me feel so ashamed
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Of everything I am
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When I hear pitter-patter
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The rain on the window
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Reminds of her
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Rain On The Window
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| The Hollies |
