Sometimes it rains inside my head
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And the words run dry
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Now walls of breathing hands
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Are reaching up to touch my thigh
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No they don't have to take you away
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No they don't have to take you away
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No they don't have to take you away
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No they don't have to take you away
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Sometimes it's bright inside my head
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Except at the back of my eyes
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And hands of breathing walls
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Are reaching up
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No they don't have to take you away
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No they don't have to take you away
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No they don't have to take you away
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No they don't have to take you away
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(no no no no)
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Don't have to take you away
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(Backs breaking from the way)
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Time Baby 3
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| Cocteau Twins |
