she picks her flowers in the garden
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paints her toenails candy red
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after five she pours herself a glass of wine
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as sheA¢¥s thinking, so this is it
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california makes her lonely
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talking to the friends back home
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but she knows itA¢¥s just a passing cloud of gray
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shes right here were she belongs
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[chorus]
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itA¢¥s allright, itA¢¥s allright
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itA¢¥s ok, itA¢¥s ok
|
sheA¢¥s a flower waiting for the rain
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she runs the canyon in the morning
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and smells the dusty yellow sand
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brings home a coffee from the countrystore
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before she turns left on wonderland
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touching the skyline in the evening
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with a humble healing hand
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and reflections from the headlights of the cars
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among the fallen angels and shooting stars
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[chorus]
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itA¢¥s allright, itA¢¥s allright
|
itA¢¥s ok, itA¢¥s ok
|
sheA¢¥s a flower waiting for the rain
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and in time, and in time
|
winds will change, winds will change
|
sheA¢¥s a flower waiting for the rain
|
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she prays for scilence in the night time
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a perfect place to be alone
|
sheA¢¥s looking up at the sky
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and wishing for the rain to come down
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[bridge]
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and sheA¢¥s waiting for the rain, looking for a sign,
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walking on the slippery memories made of ice
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being a survivour for a day
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and sheA¢¥s looking for a way out, letting go
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leaving all the random thoughts
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cuz there aint no point in crying anyway
|
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and sheA¢¥s waiting for the rain to just come down
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to just calm down
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Waiting For The Rain
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| Meja |
