you can call me through the rain
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but if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
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you can call me through the snow
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it sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show
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hey, the wind still blows
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hey, too much reality shows
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but when we’re safe in glory, there’s no time for cries and sorries
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i will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
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hey, the wind still blows
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hey, too much reality shows
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they say red roses are fake
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i say ? life’s too short to wait
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what else can i say, i don’t know, i don’t know..
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but i know, but i know, but i know ? our river of love starts to flow
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and when we’re safe in glory, there’s no time for cries and sorries
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I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
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hey, the wind still blows
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hey, too much reality shows
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Reality show feat. Linda Leen
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| BrainStorm |
