Fire still burning, in a while she'll make it rain
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These rooms are all falling down, they couldn't stand the strain
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And the same old dream, she was hiding outside my door
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She used to come from time to time but not any more
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Still in my mind
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Still in my mind
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Wouldn't make any difference
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We crossed the line
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From the fire we will rise again
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In our own time
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Seasons turning, in a while she'll make it snow
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This time I think she's here for good but I never really know
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Nothing here remains, just a vision of her face
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The implications of a crime, it always takes the place
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Still in my mind
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Still in my mind
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Wouldn't make any difference
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We crossed the line
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From the fire we will rise again
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In our own time
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It wouldn't make any difference
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We crossed the line
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From the fire we were running
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In our own time
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In Our Own Time
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Lindsey Buckingham |