I hear the drizzle of the rain
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Like a memory it falls
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Soft and warm continuing
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Tapping on my roof and walls.
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And from the shelter of my mind
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Through the window of my eyes
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I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
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To England where my heart lies.
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My mind's distracted and diffused
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My thoughts are many miles away
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They lie with you when you're asleep
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And kiss you when you start your day.
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And as a song I was writing is left undone
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I don't know why I spend my time
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Writing songs I can't believe
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With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
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And so you see I have come to doubt
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All that I once held as true
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I stand alone without beliefs
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The only truth I know is you.
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And as I watch the drops of rain
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Weave their weary paths and die
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I know that I am like the rain
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There but for the grace of you go I
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Kathy's Song
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| Paul Simon |
