This hurt this pain
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slats of light on the window frame
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body tears and mind entwined
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when we touched for the very last time
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying
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I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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this heart in this frame
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churning yearning for the peace again
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tender books in my wounded pride
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when we touched for the very last time
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something died inside
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying
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I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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and the sobs of love fill the room
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as twenty swirling swans sing our farewell tune
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and the sobs sobs of love fill the room
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we fly we fly we fly
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and burst sparkle filled ballons
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we made love and beating wings marked time
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when we touched for the very last time
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something died inside
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying
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I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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I won't let you see the broken me
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so I guess I'll do my crying
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I guess I'll do my crying in the rain
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and the sobs of love fill the room
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as twenty swirling swans sing our farewell tune
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and the sobs sobs of love fill the room
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we fly we fly we fly
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and burst sparkle filled ballons
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Crying In The Rain
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| Londonbeat |
