i feel the rain fall
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down my back
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i'm going back
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to my place of work
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to get things done
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to get them right
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but i'll mess them up
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and i always do
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buried in words about you
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this year, oh what a year
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i layed around
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just feeling down
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and from our happy room
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i watched the seasons as they flew
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and then when christmas came
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i layed my head to rest in chains
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cause with my finished work
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i turn my head back
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still didn't work
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and i put it to bed
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you often swore to find me dead
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too many times enough
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to start again
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to give it up
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and then the morning came
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til i felt day
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til i'm awake
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cause with my finished work
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i turn my head back
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still didn't work
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i feel the rain fall
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down my back
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i'm going back
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I Feel The Rain
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| Red House Painters |
